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!
PlaysWellWithLetters is a blogorrheal notebook of Nonsense in rhyming metres accompanying often-inconsequential sequencial graphics all issuing from the hands and/or minds of Sgt. N. ("Jim") Smithe-Magee, amateur author/illustrator whose several books are available online from Politics & Prose Bookstore under the nom de charade Ulysses Poe.
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