Men of the Cloth Poem (Unpub)

     Tease Mr. Tea...? I should not were I you,
lest that bloke begin quizzing you, “One lump or two…?”
     Sexual predator…? That’s Pillow Reilly,
whose lewdness winds up insufficiently wily.
     Linguist Foam Chomsky ‘s an activist, goad --
a philosopher, too. (Foam roams more than one road.)
     Alas! Sarah Huckabee Sandpaper’s here.
Hark as verisimilitudes (truths) disappear.
     (Bibi Netting-Yahoo needs
the Gaza Strip like you need Thneeds.)
     John Linen remarks, “I’m more famous than Jesus,”
which comment one half of the planet displeases.
     Tell Denim Elliott (Brit through ‘n’ through),
“Do auditions for black roles. You’re already blue.”
     No cager’s more dauntless than Kevin Garr-Net.
Is he NBA Hall of Fame stature…? You bet!
     Songs Burlap Ives sings (none coarse as his name)
tout, e.g., “…bitty tears”…,  “…jolly Xmas…” (They're lame.)
    They mock’d Tiny Tinfoil -- falsetto and all.
But then Tiny play’d -- live! -- at the Roy’l Albert Hall.
     Was Crochet Guevara a chum of Fidel…?
Crochet was…but that friendship did not serve him well.