(8/1)
It’s hot! (Tres hot:
luke warm it's
not.)
Ann Miller got
it: "...too darn
hot!"
(8/2)
Da's AC's shot.
Ma's…? Gone to pot.
Cole Porter'd jot
it: "...too darn
hot!"
(8/3)
It's hot! (Think not…?
Ya'll don't know squat.)
So-o-o-o hot
one's snot
starts not to clot.
(8/4)
One's nose approx-
imates a Brät,
while lucid thoughts
turn most exot-
(8/5)
-ic: dream scenes
fraught
with Lancelot
and Ladies of
Shalott, Mahat-
(8/6)
-ma Gandhi, An-
dy Kohut, Lot-
-te Lenya, di-
-va Montserrat
(8/7)
Caballé, sheiks
who reek of rot-
-ten leeks in oil
of Bergamot,
(8/8)
or Benoit
B. Mandelbrot
(whose fractal "aht"
I like a lot).
(8/9)
Be you quadru-
-ple bi-pass’d tot;
be you the Hoo-
-ple or the Mott;
(8/10)
don pinstripe, check
or polka dot;
inhab McMansh
or vacant lot;
(8/11)
prefer weak tea
or pepper pot
(if tea, ami,
that says a lot);
(8/12)
be sri or sultan,
late of Swat,
prefer straight lace
or gordian knot;
(8/13)
be you robot-
-ic or karat-
-e maven -- you
may need a shot --
(8/14)
if not, at least
some bottled wat'...
("Some what…?" you
quer-
-y.) Water, twat!
(8/15)
("Oo-o-o-oops! Just
the flu-
-id I'd forgot.")
Who's else is hot
(though Turandot...
(8/16)
is not)…? Why, Rob-
-ert Falcon Scott
of the Antarc-
-tic: "...'Sbloody
hot!"
(8/17)
Who else is hot…?
Hell's Margey Schott,
pro-Nazi sot:
"Mein Gott! Ich's hot!"
(8/18)
Who else is hot…?
Anwar Sadat.
My cot, though in
a shady spot,
(8/19)
feels, lately, like
a lobster pot:
it makes me wish
I'd got a yacht...
(8/20)
or could lay hands
on your garrotte.
At least, thank god,
I need not trot...
(8/21)
(tho' true, I do,
more oft than
not).
But why's it hot...?
Have you forgot...?
(8/22)
The USA's
a "melting
pot."
In any case,
there lies this spot --
(8/23)
it’s but a blot,
a teensy dot –
a beauty
spot quite
comely...? Not!) --
(8/24)
upon die Son-
-ne...done! It's hot.
(Or, like as not,
some knotty plot...
(8/25)
of Aeroflot's,
or, p'rhaps, Pol
Pot's.)
Kool-Aid, it's said's,
verboten: "...Dot-
(8/26)
-dot-dot-dash-dash-
dash-dot-dot-dot..."*
Yet, 'til the Trane
Man states he's got...
* Mr. Morse's code for 'S.O.S.'
(8/27)
our S.O.S, it's
still hot, wot!
Some cooler spot
to plant one's
"bott"...?
(8/28)
You'll find no tit-
-tle -- not one jot.
Say...is it me
or is it not...
(8/29)
just that much hot-
-ter since I sta't-
-ed jotting this,
my Ode De Hot...?
(8/30)
It's hot! So what...?
There's simply "not-“
-thing to be done...
but kvetch alot.
(8/31)
Cole got it right:
It’s too darn hot.
(Ol' Cole's a rot-
-ter: too damn hot!)
(9/1)
How's 'bout some cool
September song...?
(September In The
Rain’s not long.)
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Wednesday, August 7, 2019
Dump D. Drumpf!
First written in September of 2016 but pertinent all over again
Dump D. Drumpf!
He spat out great gall.
Dump D. Drumpf!
He shat on us all.
Are Republicans on some
hallucinogen…?
Will conservative voters
snap out of it…? When…?
Dump D. Drumpf!
His widget's a wall.
Dump D. Drumpf!
His digits are small.
He mixes the Kool-Aid
supramicists drink.
(And what must
the global community think…?)
Dump D. Drumpf!
Do it now! Do not stall!
'Twill prove fatal to wait
until late in the Fall:
He's down with endorsements
from Duke and the Klan.
So: why does he give the green light…?
'Cuz he can.
Dump D. Drumpf!
He spat out great gall.
Dump D. Drumpf!
He shat on us all.
Are Republicans on some
hallucinogen…?
Will conservative voters
snap out of it…? When…?
Dump D. Drumpf!
His widget's a wall.
Dump D. Drumpf!
His digits are small.
He mixes the Kool-Aid
supramicists drink.
(And what must
the global community think…?)
Dump D. Drumpf!
Do it now! Do not stall!
'Twill prove fatal to wait
until late in the Fall:
He's down with endorsements
from Duke and the Klan.
So: why does he give the green light…?
'Cuz he can.
Don't Stalk! or The Second-to-Last Resort
If door-bust deal you hope to steal,
best practice: Run...don't walk!
If neighbor's gate you'd "decorate,"
spray aerosols...don't chalk!
If names you'd slur which end in '-ner,'
shout ‘Hef’! Shout ‘Shat’! Don't ‘Faulk’!
If Don the Drumpf you wish to dump,
just vote him out! (Don't stalk!)
To batters who you'd shout "Skiddoo!"
just pitch the ball...don't balk!
If Tonys you would peer review,
vet Blair! Quiz Quinn...don’t “Hawk”!
If Donald's fro you'd overthrow,
to do it, bro, don't talk!
In short, if Drumpt you'd really dump,
just vote him out. (Don't stalk!)
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