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Friday, December 7, 2018

Three Bathetic Faux Verbal "Exquisite Corpses" in Limerick Form

There’s this guy, do or die, Bernie Sanders.
Pumpkin pie, ham on rye, Gerrymanders.
Merwyn Peake (so to speak).
Wednesday week, hide-‘n’-seek.
Please stand by, eye for'n eye, geese or ganders.

Wrote this man, cheek of tan, Don DeLillo.
Spic ‘n’ Span, Ku Klux Klan, cigarillo.
Come to grief, twelve-mile reef.
Are you “deef”? Where’s the beef?
Or, to pan the Qur’an, “Armadillo!”

Lived this bloke, country folk, Raul Julia.
Pig-'na-poke, Roanoke. (Would I fool ya?)
“Over There,” share ‘n’ share.
Truth or dare, braid the hair.
Take a toke, have a soak, hallelujah!

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