Who pens such patent prattle airs a droll imagination.
Who covets Kim in “Picnic” bares a soulful Madge-ination.
Who chuckles “What, me worry...?” vaunts a gleeful Mad-ination.
Who votes for Drumpf in spite of Drumpf flaunts lethal MAGA-nation.
Who howls at Hawkeye’s hijinks shows his silly M.A.S.H.-ination.
Who dines on sushi roll’d in seaweed poses maki-nation.
Who welcomes wizards bearing myrrh disports Three-Magi-nation.
Who pre-dawn prayer prefers exhorts a vig'lant Matin'-ation.
Aristotelia chilensis knows a maqui-nation.
Who ne'er sails west without stout charts sows careful map-ination.
Who Sammy Davis Jr stalks displays Will Mastination.
Who’s nuts for Dallas basketball sprays avid Mav-ination.
Who screens films 53 feet tall supplies IMAX-ination.
Who's heard retelling tales -- in Welsh, yet! -- plies the Mabinogion.
Who dips into “The Prince” wails Machiavellian machination.
D'you not agree: whoe’er he be, he nails 'imagination'…?
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| "I Must Dress / Mister Suds" A shenanagram in colored pencils on illustration board by Ulysses Poe |
