Some Colors Are Dolors

     If it's Huesday, this must be Washington. 

     I. Full Spectrum 

Loy'lty to the Constitution
each House member -- Blue, Red -- pledges.
Keeping fit to do so means
they eat their Green 'n' Yellow veges.

     II. Limited Palette 

'Twas true in 2020.

So 'tis true in '22:

There'll ne'er be room for Orange

in the Red, White and Blue.

     III. "New Glory"...?

Every fascist needs a flag.

The Ghosts of Gammer Grosnez; or, The Mad Non-Binary Olfactor's Song: Tercet the Third

"We thought we smelt some madeleines 

ala Les Temps Perdu.
We whiff'd once more and...Zut! Alors! 

'Twere more oDOR de loo.

(The loo near Speakers' Corner leaks;

still, patrons stand in queue.)" 

SwitchAroos

     

     

King Aroo...? Strip penn'd by Kent. (Of royal blood...? I wonder...) 

Kangaroo...? Marsupial -- and traffic threat Down Under. 

Kong a Roux...? With butter sauce, will eat whomever's handy. 

Küng (er...who?) Theology's his modus operandi.

OuLiPo Countdown

     OuLiPo's founders plumped 

for the use of mathematical 

constraints in the creation of 

a new literature. Perhaps they 

should have looked to this 

august eleven for inspiration.

Alfred 10yson
Ernest Borg9
Phoebe C8s
Ali 7s
Beatr 6
Ral 5s
George 4man
Tyrone Gu3
Henri de 2louse-Lautrec
Stevie 1der
0 Mostel

     Key: Alfred Tennyson, Ernest Borgnine,

Phoeve Cates, Alice Evans, Beatrice Hicks,

Ralph Ives, George Foreman, Tyrone Guthrie,

Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec, Stevie Wonder

and Zero Mostel

One Fine Day In The Life And Death Of A Couch Potato

          He died as he'd lived.

Runcibl'd Spooners: Hot & Not

Sphynx's riddle...? 

Snare for fools: 
Pyramids at Giza.
     Pepperoni 

plopp'd near tools: 
gear -- amid sat pizza.
     Moral:
Three ways men walk...? 

Two, cheese; one, chalk.

Oz is nice, 

tho' not this season: 

No place like home.

     Bloody Christ! 

This joint is freezin'!

Whole place...? Like Nome.

     Moral:

Don't twisters ride; 

it's cold outside.

Runcibl'd Spooner: Moritat

She threw
Elizabethan ball:
G o o d   Q u e e n   B e s s.
     Would Sean portray Macheath...? 

Your call:
C o u l d   B e a n . . . ?   G u e s s!
     Moral:

Rule-for-life beats Mack the Knife.

The Ghosts of Gammer Groznez; or, The Mad Non-Binary Olfactor's Song: Tercet the Second

"We thought we smelt a burning cross, 

the brand the Klan deploys.
Our further snort (the full-fledg'd sort) 

sens'd MAGAgirls 'n' -boys
igniting BLM flags -- 

some, chiffons; some, corduroys."

One Fine Day At The Wimbledon Grand Slam

      The Heartbreak of Cervicalgia 

What Are Friends For...?

Think my bucket list's disabl'd...? 
Tabl'd...? Nay! All's on the table:
write my alphabetty Grable;

right the Leaning Tow'r o' Babel;
mut'ny 'board the Caine enable;
bruit apologenius stable;
limn an nth-degreesop fable...
(Him who helps...? My "chum"per cable!)

Runcibl'd Spooner: Banbury

Belle, well-bell'd 'n' -ring'd, 

has ridden:
Ride a Cock-Horse.
     Sure -- I'll keep that jew'l 

well hidden:
Hide a Rock...? 'Course!

     Moral:

Where's Lady G stash jewelry...?

Runcibl'd Spooner: At the Movies

Place to view 

a Pickford flick:

Motion Picture Palace.
     Villain's brew 

makes hero kick:
Potion Mixture Malice.

     Moral:

Second feature...? Overreacher!

One Fine Day With Leonardo And Mona In The Portrait Studio

 

"That's what you think I look like...?"

Runcibl'd Spooner: SCOTAlogical

Scène de crime 

of Antonin Scalia:
Supreme Court.
     Bowdler's meme 

for 'type o' diarrhea':
Poo (cream sort).

     Moral:

Constr(u/i)iction's strict; needs interdict.

The Ghosts of Gammer Grosnez; or, The Mad Non-Binary Olfactor's Song: Tercet the First

"W thought we smelt the afterglow 

of sexual desire.

We snorted more and...Blimey! Cor! 

'Tis Drumpf's coiffure, afire --

which odor's not unlike some hot 

ignited whitewall tire."

"You Are Old, Father William..." Variations (cont'd)

"'Tis with Gold (Sherwin-Williams)," 

 the young man said,
"that you've painted, Herr Drumpf, 

 all your buildings.

      With most people in need, 

 how's your lunatic greed 
 still allow such 

 extravagant gildings...?"

     "In my youth," said the fellow,

"I'd often heard tell o'

 King Midus's Touch 

'n' such hype.

      So I said to myself, 

'Oro's my brand o' pelf.

 As for people... 

 ...they're -- meh! -- not my type."

"They're still sold -- Whip-Poor-Will Yums --

that once-trendy bird feed...?"

ask'd Oz of the pet-shop 

proprietor.

     "If they are, Whip and I

shall buy all you'll supply. 

Nowt but Whip-Poor-Will Yums seem to 

quiet her."

     "In my youth," said the salesman,

my appetite angled towards 

dog biscuit, bird seed 

and kibble.

     Now grown older, I still

can't get hands on my fill.

So, when Yums clog the stockroom...

...I nibble.

Runcibl'd Spooner: GOAT

 We love Federer: 

 so, frickin' sue us!
 Game, set, match.
    Patrick Dennis begs his aunt, 

"Hire Louis!"
"Mame! Get Satch!"

     Moral:

Dennis; Tennis: One's a menace.

A is for A: An Illuminated Alphabet in Verse: Letters N. E & I

      N is for N:

     If numbers I would specify,

     though nothing too specific, 

     an 'N' you'd see -- like "...Nth degree"

    (though Ns can be horrific).

     E is for E:

   

     An 'E' he pair'd with 'm c squar'd,'

     then mark'd, with care, them equal.

     Since, mathmen hath mimed Albert's math,

     tho' none claim, "Here's its sequel."

              I is for I:

 

            

             As egos vie, each gal 'n' guy

             feels (s)he's the primo person.

            "Who's first...? Me!" (My response is "I...

             ...else why keep Nonsense versin'...?")

A is for A: An illuminated Alphabet in Verse: Letters B & A

        B is for B:

     

     For 'semisphere of lead' (one mere-
     ly micrometers wide) --
     I'd pen a 'B.' (Half-BB, si...? --
     though Bs ain't bonafide.)

     A is for A:

     If I'd I.D. generic'lly

     one man, one can-, one plan...,

     I'd jot an 'A.' (Jot 'the'...? No way!)

     Don't say I can't: I can!

A is for A: An Illuminated Alphabet in Verse: Letters C & D

           C is for C:

       

       Whenever youse would croon a blues,
      'tis best to choose a Duke's.
       Make sure the key you note is 'C' --
       lest earn you stern rebukes.

       D is for D: 

       

       I took the test (I did my best)
       Herr Teach return'd today.
       What did I see...? I've earn'd a D...?
       I disagree: an A!!

Toothache Tally

I 

won-
-der how many days a sore

tooth re-
-mains bearable be-
-fore 
I should begin to worry i-
-f I've 
waited too long to visit the dentist.