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Monday, December 1, 2025

More Mildred Mimicry ("Hajj" Tamale)

Sing "Ho!" for the poet Ali ("Hajj") Tamale! 
His papa's mestizo; his mama's Somali. 
His nemesis...? Mono-. (His  poetry's poly-)*:
the poet Ali ("Hajj") Tamale. 

*Though the subjects of his verse 
are varied, his primary antagonist 
is always Drumpf.
   
"Hajj"'s madrigals, models of meter and rhyme 
made with measures in 5/4 and 7/4 time, 
are revered by both rustics and royals, by golly! 
Plu-poet Ali ("Hajj") Tamale. 

Tres beau be plu-poet Ali ("Hajj") Tamale, 
here posing,* sans clothing, beneath his blue brolly. 
My dad dubs him daffy but I think he's jolly -- 
the awesome Ali ("Hajj") Tamale. 

*Image to come.

Ali's ma, a proponent of Swedish massage, 
with his dad laid their lad in a neighbor's garage. 
(She -- the mom -- is Islam; thus she  nicknames him Hajj, 
does the mommy of Ali Tamale.) 

Plays a didgeridoo does the musicial "Hajj." 
Toots a flute -- TWO flutes, nu...? -- in a sonic collage. 
"Hajj," with Taylor and Taj,* heads one hot entourage -- 
does "Alific'onado" Tamale. 

*Swift and Mahal

    (work in progress) 

Saturday, November 29, 2025

What Goes Around

 












Actual hand smaller than appears. 
Actual tie shorter than appears. 
Actual club shiftier than appears. 
Actual hair way weirder than appears. 

Tuesday, November 25, 2025

Sympfauna: An Abecedarial Animal Orchestra

     ABC 
Antelopes play autoharps.
Bonobos blow their boatswain's call.
Cows play cowbell scales
 in sharps.
(Albino cows can play 'em all.) 

     DEF 
Dingoes play their daxophones.
Elephants...? Electric basses.
Fleas play F-flat flexatones. 
(I store mine in anvil cases.)

     GHI 
Sundays, gnus play guitarrĂ³ne. 
On Saturdays, harmonica. 
(On weekdays, ANY id'ophone,
though shofars during Hannukkah.) 

     JKL 
Jays, in March, play jingle bells. 
In April, kites play key'd bassoon. 
July finds lemurs playing lute, 
though rarely in the month of June. 

     MNO 
In May play Mynas madrigals.
Nightingales play nu skool breaks. 
Ostriches play operettas. 
(Oh, what noise each ostrich makes!)

     PQ 
Pre-dawn, prawns pianos play.
At quarter past eleven, 
quahogs execute quintets. 
(They quit 'round ten of seven.) 

     RST 
Rhinoceruses racketts play. 
Do serpents play their serpents...? Sure! 
True: tadpoles play trombones (they say), 
though plagued with swollen  embouchure.

     UVW 
Urchins play their ukulele.
Vampire bats play vibraphone. 
Wallabies play washboard. (Hayley 
Mills would, too, were she full grown.) 

     XYZ
Xeruses, of course, play xun.
Yaks play yun-lo. (Nearly done.)
Zaks and zorses play their zither. 
Me...? I'm tone-deaf. I play none. 

Saturday, November 22, 2025

The Week of the Walrus & (OPQ) (RST) (UVW) (XYZ)

     O
The walrus and the open quote 
"got sumthin' ta say."*
'Tain't nuthin' from "The Open Boat"**
or "Who'd Lay 
Fay Wray...?"***
(Let's hope the clause they quote won't cause 
no auto-de-fe.)
     
* Like To Kill a Mockingbird's Mayella.
**A short story by Stephen Crane. 
***A short short story by Uly Poe.
 
     P 
The walrus holds a pencil sketch, 
a nine-inch W. 
(Already render'd 
in his hand-drawn ABC are Q, 
D, X and G -- which leaves the Z
'mongst letters left to do.)

     Q
The walrus tells the quarter rest: 
"Kick back! Chill out! Unwind!
"Take five or so! Pause half a mo'!
Light up if you've a mind!" 
(The walrus thinks no forty winks 
would leave a body blind.) 

*   *   *   *   *

     R 
The walrus and the rhombus
wend their way across the campus.
"Phobics fear we'll raise a rumpus 
'cuz my Grampa Ham's a grampus," 
jaws the walrus. Adds the rhombus: 
"They can do no worse than vamp us."

     S 
The walrus used a slotted spoon, 
a "runcibl'd"* utensil, 
whene'er he dined. His -- triple-tined,
though, sadly, not prehensile, 
thus good for stabbing, bad for grabbing -- 
doubled as a pencil. 
("I pierc'd each hole," said he, "with kohl
to make this op-art stencil.")

*I.e., so characterized by Ed Lear. 

     T 
The walrus and the turn o' phrase 
could set the letter'd world  
ablaze. 
Their "Drumpf: America's malaise" 
and "Don would banish holidays" 
should preempt older watchwords --Klee's, 
Man Ray's and those of Gabby Hayes. 

*   *   *   *   *

    U 
The walrus and the UFO 
collectively decide 
to lift the mask, tell all who ask, 
"We'll no more run nor hide. 
We choose, from this day forward, bliss: 
We're now...identified!"

     V 
The walrus and the vindaloo, 
a curry cured in Goa, 
would chilis add (an Asian fad),
then scurry to Samoa, 
avoiding, thus, that damnĂ©d bus 
to cursĂ©d Krakatoa. 

     W
The walrus licks a wint'ry mix -- 
cum wind cum rain cum sleet*
cum white stuff (piles!) up on his roof 
cum black ice down his street. 
For, though he balks, he shovels walks: 
"Though just it ain't, 'tis meet."**

*Echoes here of the Arlen/Mercer pop standard "Come Rain or Come Shine." 
**Echoes here of the Christian liturgy Preface's "It is meet and just..."

*   *   *   *   *

     X 
The walrus and the xylocarps 
discuss their coming meal:
"Each hardwood hide hold seeds inside. 
'Let's eat!''s my sole appeal." 
"We NOW know," xylocarps reply, 
"how Carroll's oysters feel."

     Y 
The walrus and the year just pass'd -- 
the stuff the Drumpfster wrought, 
the tweets half-ass'd, the press he  sass'd, 
the politicians bought, 
the rants, the farts... (The saddest part's I fear he'll ne'er be caught.) 

     Z 
The walrus and the zodiac, 
to cover all their bases,
append a dozen constellations -- 
most with modern faces. 
"Our brand-new wheel will play, we feel, 
quite well with darker races," 
the walrus said, whereon he read 
some twelve new names and places. 

"Halfway 'twixt The Ram and Bull appears The Hereford Hog, 
who's smaller than an elephant but bigger than a dog, 
prolific as a cottontail and docile as a log.

"Between The Bull and Gemini 
one ascertains The Cross, 
the Celtic one (you've seen a ton), 
with, cover'd o'er in moss, 
an image of a small white dove. 
(Or else an albatross.) 

"Between The Gemini and Twins 
you'll spot The Saddle Shoe...

     (more to come)

Friday, November 21, 2025

The Week of the Walrus & (MN)

     M 
The walrus, Mephistopheles, 
Melchizedek and me 
were, it appears, once musketeers -- 
though four instead of three. 
Include, as well, Mehitabel...?
Toadstools immortals be!

     N 
The walrus and the Nautilus, 
a model built to scale 
of 38:1 in which
he simulates to sail 
beneath the waves ISO knaves -- 
and one albino whale. 

Herbert Morrison Reporting

This famed reporter's ten most 
recent responses to hot-mic questioning sound eerily similar 
to that iconic outburst issued 
during his historic coverage of 
the 1937 Hindenburg disaster. 

I. 
     Jimmy Kimmel: 
"Which does the Herbster find 
more disturbing: Drumpf's lies 
or Drumpf's locks...? 
     Herbert Morrison: 
"Both! They're insanity!" 

II. 
     Rachel Maddow: 
"What in your opinion, Mr. 
Morrison, lies behind Drumpf's unyielding support from 
America's religious leadership...?" 
    Herbert Morrison: 
"Faux-christianity." 

III. 
     Maya Angelou: 
"So, brother M.: what's the title 
of the verse to be recited at the ceremony marking the opening 
of the new Drumpf ballroom...? 
     Herbert Morrison: 
"Ode to Nit's Vanity." 

IV.
     Captain James T. Kirk: 
"Kirk to Morrison: which alien 
world in the Delta star system 
should the Enterprise next visit...?" 
     Herbert Morrison:  
"Go there! View Planet D."

V.
     TCM's Robert Osborne: 
"Would you say, Herbie, that it 
was his unusual accent that 
proved Cary Grant's most enduring  characteristic...?" 
     Herbert Morrison: 
"Mo' the urbanity."

VI.
    Dr. James "Buddy" Powell: 
"Hey, H.M.: did the sea cow eat 
this algae...?"
     Herbert Morrison: 
"No, the du-...manatee."* 

*Herb's initial "dugong" response gets inexplicably cut short. 

VII.
     Dr. Divina Balawan: 
"How, Herb, shall science ever 
replace the coconut...?
     Herbert Morrison: 
"Grow the banana tree." 

VIII.
     Sean Hannity: 
Who, my friend, is the world's 
most-respected news source...?
     Herbert Morrison: 
"Sho' ain't, you, Hannity!" 

IX. 
     J. M. Barrie: 
"Which male chauvinist, young Morrison, sexually assaulted our Tinkerbell...?" 
     Herbert Morrison: 
"Doh! Peter Pan! It...! He...!" 

X. 
     South Dakotan Kristi Noem: 
Now that our big beautiful POTUS's 
big beautiful face appears on Mt. Rushmore, isn't that monument greater than ever before...?" 
     Herbert Morrison: 
"Noem, he's too granity!"

Thursday, November 20, 2025

The Week of the Walrus & (JKL)

     J 
"The Walrus and the Jabberwock" 
from Tweedles issued not. 
"The Walrus and the Carpenter"'s 
what Dum and Dee begot.
Now: who'll defend the fool who penn'd
"The Walrus and the _______"...?* 

     *Yacht...Sot...Khat...Brät..Jot...
Lot...Knot...?
Scot...Blot...Cot...Motte...Plot...
Shot...Clot...? 
Bot...Dot...Tot...Pot...Spot...
Watt...Snot...? 
Schott...Flot...Gott...Zaht...Slot...? 
YOU decide. 

     K 
The walrus and the Kool-Aid guy, 
who smiles when condensation 
delimns a thin 'n' whimsy'd grin,
one lacking all causation, 
across his cherry-color'd puss, 
suspends my dehydration.

     L 
The walrus and Laocoön  
ill fortune overtakes.
"Like Indy Jones," the walrus moans, 
"before me, I hate snakes. 
They're so-o-o-o the pits!" Whereon he splits. 
Laocoön just shakes. 

DrumpPOTUSsium; or, Political Animals: A Be(a)stiary

Zell Fish