ted lab coats sit
in stacks of six-
ty four --
crochet'd in 9
BC, define,
they do, how less
is more.
‘Tis time, Big Mac:
define exac-
tly what’s in back
of ‘pure.’
(Abomina-
ble cause results
in bad effect --
that's sure.)
Her songs she’s left
in standard clef -- G, F…more oft-
en C.
“Tonight,” she boasts,
“I’ll frighten ghosts,
if ghosts there real-
ly be.”
My pencil sketch-
es baksheesh fetch, though ink's preferr’d
by many.
Sell hot pants? Not
New Delhi…? Jodh-
pur dealers won’t
vend any.)
“Is she a fake?”
they howl. “Si! J.K. Rowling’s not
her name.”
‘Tain’t no mirage:
at home, she’s ‘Taj’;
klangfarbmontage
her game.
Though Royal Dutch,
the common touch is “air’d” by K
LM.
Each flight’s quite calm –
no “flying bomb.”
(I love to fly
with them.)
Try kosher Spam –
no pork, no ham. Delish? You bet
your glans!
No ham! No pork!
Just grab yo' fork!
(It comes in one-
pound cans.)
Quranic scho-
lar 'Rani’s hol-ler: “Stop! Q’ran’s in-
correct!
That ‘u’ you drop
'Q' ruins. Stop!
You can't 'u's lop
uncheck'd.
And have you heard
this Scrabble word:
‘suq’? (‘R’s in it?
Hell, no!)
Still, rules there are.
One (best by far):
Stick, nerds, with words
unfaux.
The Duke of York’s
odd love for storks makes clear: the dork’s
turn’d queer.
Still, storks in si-
tu voted three
to one to shun
the dear.
This plea’s for you,
VW detailer. My
fixation?
A peacock-blue
VW
x-rated dec-
oration.
Nobody owns
sitars with drones. Now, xylophones
are trendy.
Who knows what’s next!
Perhaps a sex-
y zither’s mode
vivendi.
Some jazz is Thai
(I can’t think why). Zaire sports jazz
bands...nu?
And Paris has
its Hot Le Jazz.
(These rhymes? Pizzazz-
y, too.)
