do you eschew…?” muses
Brian Boru. “
You can’t
pander to Gandhi and
Pandit Nehru.”
“Such a
slut…so much smut! Nut case –
open-‘n’-shut,”
“tut!”s Judge
Jeff to Judge Mutt. “But...she
sure does strut, what!”
“When zen'd
men again pen 'em like
Jean La Fontaine's,” ventures
Alfred Lord Tenn-, “...then I'll
tender ‘Amen!’s”
“Whereso-
e’er, fair-hair’d br’er,” declares
Robespierre, “we dare
bare derrierres, we’ll peel
‘ready-to-wear’!”
“Why de-
cry my dry eye…?” sighs a
fly Buddy Guy when men
libel his tie. “No vox
populi, I.”
“How’ll I
“Ciao!” Kung Pao Cow…?” howls a
foul Chairman Mao as a
scowl prowls his brow and he
zips down his trou-.
"What al-
lows the Great Tao: a know-
tow…? Or a bow, now I’ve
left it to Beaver…? What
ails Tony Dow…?”
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| Eggcentric Mexicana: Three Ameggos |
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