From "The Porch o' Geese" (Needs finish)

     I. From “Oh, Hell, Dolly!”
 
The quality of mercy is not strain’d:
your doll's left knee must, surely, Miss, be drain’d,
lest Dolly live to joint discomfort chain’d.
 
     II. From “Christopher Rodney King 

Saying His Prayers”
  
Friends, Romans, countrymen: lend me your ears!
I'm loath to shun thee, then tend Eeyore's tears:
Pooh’s, too…? Can't we just get along, my dears…?
     
     III. From “Bill (Not Tell) Mispells 'Marcel’”
 
Buff'lo Bill's defunct, who used to ride...
"Enough!" goes Will; he thrusts his Proust aside.
"Not Dr. J.,* Marsell (sic): Mr. Hyde!"
  
     * One Henry Jekyll, not the NBA’s Julius Erving

     IV. From “The Accident-Prone Tourist”
 
Midway on the journey of our life...
skid (a wrong right turn...?) and shove your wife,
whose gams docs grant a gurney. (Troubl'n' strife!)

     V. From “Missin’ ‘im A’ready”
 
Now I lay me down to sleep: I pray,
somehow, some way around this creep I may
detour, and -- dammit! – ditch this dweeb, okay…?

     VI. From “Recess or Recession…?”
 
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita.
Huge debts…? Don't tell! I'm into Kraft Velveeta,
whose pleth'ra plumps pair’d pockets of my pita.
 
     VII. From “Autumn Hazing”
 
The force that through the green fuse drives the flower,
of course, with blue-green genes, arrives quite sour.
(Good God! This gunk grows grues'mer by the hour.)
 
     VIII. From “‘The 'I'm Dead!’ Zone”
 
It is the bes’ of times; it is the worst...
my biz be "mess wid rhymes": it’s dis 'head' first --
then 'ped-', then ‘bread,' then ‘thread,' 'then wed'... (I’m curs’d!)

     IX. From “November Song”
 
Sing, goddess, of Achilles' ru'nous wrath.
"Cape Cod has, Love, grown chilly: do the math!
Hull hath no heat; the Heath, however, hath."

     X. From “Gee! O. D., Dammit!”
    
Because I could not stop for Death, he kind-
ly does. Why should I drop the meth I find…? 
Fee, fie! My fix…? Unfound. Fuck! What a bind!
 
     XI. From “The Raven & the ProdiGuy”
    
Upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered,
my son -- damn kid! (and queer) my pile he squander’d.
(Though Blitz'd I've been before, till now not Donder'd.)
 
     XII. From "Leave 'E(l)m Alone!"
    
Though much I've travell’d in the realms of gold,
as such, I have not winnow'd elms this old.
(Dutch Elm Disease...? I wish I'd not been told.)
 
     XIII. From “Semi-Sonnets For Seniors, Verse 90”
 
Gather rosebuds while ye may, Old Timer!
Her wrath, thou knows, is vile. Ye'd play the rhymer
but dis the Muse: indeed, ye'd nickl' ‘n' dime 'er.
 
     XIV. From “Same Again!”
 
Do not go gentle into that good night...?
You've got to. An', when gin's this flat, you're right
to've skipp’d the black ‘n’ tans: pour Black & White!
 
     XV. From “Hughie The Hun & The Menagerie”
 
If you can keep your head when all about you
keep toucans, sheep, rye bread, a mawl...then shout, Hugh...!
(We'd hoped to hear much more from you -- you kraut, you.)
 
     XVI. From “A Magus Among Us”
 
I must go down to lonely seas again,
nor trust no clown who'll only sneeze (cayenne!) 
whilst foolin' with his brew-fill’d fountain pen.
 
     XVII. From “The Ballade Of Long Lizzie”*
 
To be or not to be: that is the quest.
Who's she…? Our hottest B-girl -- Liz: the best...! 
Cures common colds, catarrhs...she'll rub your ████ chest!
 
     * One of the Rippers canonical five victims. 

For more on Liz, cf. "Pin One on the Ripper" below.
 
     XVIII. From “Peegiad, Canto LIX”
 
Onward half a league, on half a league... 

Our swan's (don't laugh) intrigue; our calf's fatigue...
...show'r God's felicidad 'pon Señor Peeg.*
 
     * Senor Beeg Peeg, that is, porcine CEO 

of Hogmalion.com
 
     XIX. From “Pin One on the Ripper”
 
Is this a dagger which I see before me…? 
I'll "kiss" each hag or witch, banshee or whore -- me,
vile Stride* -- with such a shiv! Who'll dare ignore me…?
 
     * Elizabeth Stride, one of the Ripper's canonical 

five victims. For more on Elizabeth, cf. "The Ballade of Long

Lizzie" above. 
 
     XX. From “Burn, Bubbe, Burn!”
 
Whose woods these are I think I know. Her house, side porch,
her goods, her car (a pink Toyota) dowse, then torch 
I would -- with gas I'd burn the lot. I live to scorch!
 
     XXI. From “Scarlett's Pimp…? Or Nell's…?”
 
The quality of mercy is not strain’d...
So, Doll: Let's see yer purse. Mein Gott! 'Tis stain’d...
Yer nylons...? Torn. Yer whol' expression's pain’d!
 
     XXII. From “Gnutopia”
 
In Xanadu did Kublai Khan a state
of panda, cuckoo, gnu and swan create.
(Who dwells in Lower Hutt can well relate.)
 
     XXIII. From “Quiet, Basquiat!”
 
I saw the best minds of my generation
guffaw as, bless’d with gloves (size ten) and Haitian
snuff boxes, many left my island nation.
 
     XXIV. From “Clothes Whores”
 
O do you know the muffin man…? In muf-
-ti new -- behold! -- Sir Muffin pans such stuff -- 
whilst Madame Muffin just can't get enough.
 
     XXV. From "Here Comes the Judgement" 

Gonna take a sentimental jur-

-y drawn from Quaker men. I'll then, rest sure,

appeal your case, acquittal to secure.   
 
     XXVI. Be aware. Stay soft and round. Let go...
 
     XXVII. Nothing could be finer than to be...
 
     XXVIII. Let's go then, you and I, when evening's spread
 
     XXIX. Tommy, Tom the piper's son; he stole...
 
     XXX. Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, that saved...
 
     XXXI. Mary, Mary, quite contrary; how...
 
     XXXII. Oh beautiful for spacious skies, for am-...
 
     XXXIII. Shall I compare thee to a summer's day...?
 
     XXXIV. On either side the river lie long fields...
 
     XXXV. Of man's first disobed'ence, and the fruit...
 
     XXXVI. I will arise and go to Innisfree...
 
     XXXVII. Drink to me, but only with thine eyes...
 
     XXXVIII. The curfew tolls the knell of parting day...
 
     XXXIX. Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone...
 
     XLI. Had we but world enough, and time, coy la(y)-...
 
     XLII. All hail to thee, blithe spirit! Bird thou weren't...
 
     XLIII. I wandered lonely as a cloud that floats...
 
     XLIV. Tyger! Tyger! Tyger burning bright...
 
     XLV. The boy stood on the burning deck; his feet...