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Monday, May 8, 2023

Inquiry

 Medieval scholastics, some Protestants hold, 
ponder'd ad finitum, or so I’ve been told, 
as to how many angels, their choirs obscure, 
can dance on a pinhead. (En fin, they weren’t sure.) 
 
What puzzles me, though, and to ask's only fair, 
remains: how many pins (cotter, clothes-, push- or hair-) 
can dance – Cakewalk, Moonwalk, Fandango or Fly --
on the head of an angel...? (No djinns need reply.) 

Clothespinoffs

The Alpin  
The Bowlingpin 
The Cotterpin 
The Diaperpin 
The Elopin'  
The Flappin' 
The Gallopin'  
The Hairpin 
The Industrialpin 
The Jumpin’  
The Krispin 
The Lupin 
The Maupin  
The Ninepin 
The Orpin 
The Pushpin  
The Qutipin 
The Rollingpin  
The Safetypin 
The Turpin  
The Upholsterypin 
The Volpin  
The Wirelockpin 
The X  
The Yelpin’  
The Zupin 

What...?

Apples ape oranges; boys become girls.
Climate...? Unchangeable! (Swine before pearls...?)
Dead people vote; an Ex-POTUS "makes par."
Fetuses...? People, friend: that's what they are.

'Gay' in the Sunshine State never gets spoke.
Handguns are handy where voters aren't woke.
Icebergs...? Amelt. Greenland...? Au reservoir.
Jews remain kvelt.* See, they know what they are.
     * Past participle of 'kvele,' Norwegian BokmÃ¥l for 
       'strangled, suffocated, stifled, suppressed or smothered.'

Klansmen pass maskless; past lies pass for truth.
MTG passes as Queen of Uncouth.
"Neighbors shoots neighbors"...? No longer bizarre.
Orange-puss'd POTUS boasts tan from a jar.

Proud Boys, judged traitors, get dubb'd "patriotic."
Quietly, Congress adopts laws despotic.
Roe's been aborted by courts shifted far
to the right. Supreme...? White!! Oh, they know what they are.

Toadies call'd Tucker mislead and beguile.
UFO foil hats sit stuck in denial.
Values grow obsolete. How high's the bar...?
'Woke''s but a shibboleth. That's what we are.

X: When's a Christian cross swastika-like,
prompting lingo like 'yidiot,' 'shylock' 'n' 'kike'...?
We're zealots. We're zombies. We've misplaced our star.
It's hard to deny that this is what we are. 

Christmas Day: A Mare Egg...

     "A Mare Egg, Her Wrist, "Miss Two 'U'"