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Wednesday, May 6, 2020

Runcibl'd Spooner for DP

Pain killer: Tylenol.
Cane pillar...? Rye grass -- tall.
     
     Moral:
Overdose…? Comatose.
Cellulose…? Adios!

Runcibl'd Spooner: From Cripples to Kellers to Kings

"...Yo' is my woman..." Porgy intones to 
Gershwin's Bess.
Woe is my yeoman. Medieval farming 
sure's a mess.

     Moral:
Life's quite hard on Catfish Row.
Fiefs...? E'en harder rows to hoe. 

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Blind by May. This year's be unlike 
others' Junes.
Mined by Bley.* Ms. Carla's "borrowed" 
all my tunes.

     * Carla Bley is an US jazz composer

     Moral:
Bedimm'd be days of him who dares
to misappropriate my airs.''

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"Nine o'clock an' all is well."
The town crier.
Ropes le roi...then sits a spell.
The crown tier.

     Moral:
'Twill take a sisal to truss King Faisal.*

     * Who's donn'd a keski featuring 
a twill woven of sisal, perhaps...?

Rev'd Spooner Meets Rev'd Carroll

He sought to thaw  each thought he saw  flee, frozen, from his mind.  He peer'd again,  then gear'd his pen,  supposin' he'd...