O Tempura O Mare's Eggs or Riffs on "O Rose..."

     Tyger Tyger, burning bright. One takes 
to tosh in times of blight. As for you, don't 
forget to email me with comments.

We read Blake’s a yokel.

(Lord knows he’s a hick --

tho' able to author

“O Rose thou art sick.”)

I’d proffer you quatrains --

composed with a Bic --

which incorporate William’s

“O Rose thou art sick.”

Pound -- on occasion --

arose (he was quick)

to remark, as did William:

“O Rose thou art sick.”

You can pick your poison.

Your nose you can pick.

You can’t pick your parents.

O Rose thou art sick.

“Ahoy!” holler'd Ahab.

“Thar blows Moby Dick.”

All perish'd save one.

O Rose thou art sick.

Which bishop grabb'd hold of

his crozier (his stick)

and attack'd three agnostics…?

O Rose thou art sick.  

The mouse targets Krazy

and throws a large brick,

having never consider'd

“O Rose thou art sick.”

The Disney flick “Dumbo”

shows crows doing schtick.

I fear Walt’s a racist.

O Rose thou art sick.

That guy is Keith Richards.

Keith poses with Mick.

Stones...? No longer vital.

O Rose thou art sick.

There’s short shrift for amateurs.

Pros get their pick

of sneaker endorsements.

O Rose thou art sick.

Which are smaller…? His hands…

or his nose…or his dick…?

‘Fraid the POTUS won’t own up.

O Rose thou art sick...

...art awfully, dreadfully, 

terribly, recklessly, 
rudely, psychotic'lly, 
wildly, unstably...

...maniacally, rabidly,
shamefully, wickedly,
brutally, viciously
big-leaguely sick.