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Friday, October 2, 2020

Exquisite Hippocratic Corpse

He's warm! He's warm! Is this the brand new norm...?

He's drawn! He's drawn! 'Pon whom will Pence now fawn...? 

He's weak! He's weak! What's blanch'd that orange cheek...?

He sinks! He sinks! Who'll execrate the Chinks...?

He's hot! He's hot! Perhaps a Clorox shot...?

He's sick! He's sick! Might sink his SCOTUS pick...?

He's green! He's green! Hydroxichloroquine...?

He's ill! He's ill! Succession...? Phone the Hill...?! 

Runcibl'd Spooner: Borstal Ploy


"The Bluefish Brothers:
Further Poissons of Interest"

Marks which tele- 
graph: "I've doubts a-
bout the words I 
hide inside 'em":
Scare Quotes.
     Brendan* labels 
Glasgow's Nancys
thus. (How better 
to deride 'em!):
"Quare Scotes!"
     Moral:
It's not easy 
bein' *Behan.

Aeneid Anagram Mania

I sing of arms and the man... ...not his farm and gas mine...  (This is a tale of heroes in war, not agribusiness and the energy sector.)