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Saturday, April 4, 2020

Whence the Next Totality? Plus Further Eggcentricity

Since August 21st* just pass’d,
where’er my good eye trips,
it’s stuff obstructing other stuff –
another damn’d eclipse!

     * Of the year 2019

One L.A. gang with Bloods did bang
but never came to grips
with being boss’d. In time they lost:
the Destined Crips Eclipse.

Down pub, me ale well serves to veil
me plate o’ cod ‘n’ chips.
Miss Molly moues this poser, “Who’s
the Batter’d Fish Eclipse…?”

On telly, forty films. Oh, Lordy!
Fleets of fighting ships
fly – fled, en shroud, through banks of cloud:
the Battleship Eclipse.

     Coda

My well’s run dry. No more shall wry
bon mots flow from these lips.
My fans remark: “Your light’s gone dark:
‘tis Smitty’s* Quips Eclipse.”

     * That’s N. (“Jim”) Smithe-Magee
(the N stands for ‘Nonsense’)

Eggcentric Blues:
The Blue Leggoon & a Blue Leggume

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