How About Youse...?
I love the sounds of words.
I covet phonics, surds.
How about youse…?
I crave Lear’s limericks,
Dodgson's deja vus.
Blasons, blues, clerihews,
I prize each Muir feghoot,
each Norden pun.
(Are any not a hoot…?
"...in the wabe..."; "...brillig, and the sli-...
I've got no clews.
But, I like 'em.
(How about youse…?)
I covet phonics, surds.
How about youse…?
I crave Lear’s limericks,
Dodgson's deja vus.
Blasons, blues, clerihews,
each Norden pun.
(Are any not a hoot…?
"...in the wabe..."; "...brillig, and the sli-...
I've got no clews.
But, I like 'em.
(How about youse…?)
I Get 'Em Confused
Barney
Frank and Bernie Sanders:
one’s a crank and one meanders.
Both loathe drama – Shaw’s, Menender’s.
Bernie Frank and Barney Sanders.
Barnie
Fracken, Burney Sand...?
One burns bright; the other’s bland.
Both (please don’t misunderstand)
are li’ble to get out of hand.
Sandor
Frankel, Barnhard Burns:
one backs burial in urns
and plumps for stuff the other spurns.
Both would teach, though neither learns.
Sandy
Frankburne, barberer --
in former life an arborer –
is now of thieves a harborer…
(And sand, of course, is far from fur.)
Sandra
Bernhard, Binnie Barnes:
one unravels; t’other darns –
and neither gathers into barns.
(But aren’t you list’ners sick of yarns…?)
one’s a crank and one meanders.
Both loathe drama – Shaw’s, Menender’s.
Bernie Frank and Barney Sanders.
One burns bright; the other’s bland.
Both (please don’t misunderstand)
are li’ble to get out of hand.
one backs burial in urns
and plumps for stuff the other spurns.
Both would teach, though neither learns.
in former life an arborer –
is now of thieves a harborer…
(And sand, of course, is far from fur.)
one unravels; t’other darns –
and neither gathers into barns.
(But aren’t you list’ners sick of yarns…?)
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