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Thursday, September 4, 2025

The Cabinuts of Dr Pantload

MAGA pundidiot Bannon, 
a short-temper'd, short-fused loose cannon, 
spouts racist remarks
which doubtless cause sparks. 
(I shudder to think what Steve's plannin.') 

Steve Bannon 












FBI boss Kash Patel, 
a conspiracy the'rist from hell, 
like his prototype Hoover,* 
will plot and maneuver. 
(Does Clyde Tolson's name ring no bell...?) 

*J. Edgar and his Number 2, Clyde, 
were regularly -- conspiritorially or factually?) -- rumored to be much more than co-workers.) 

Kash Patel 




   








When RFK Jr. talks "vacs," 
prepare too hear nonsense, not facts. 
When his lies multiply, 
no surprise: people die. 
Here's the thing: Jr.'s King of the Quacks. 

 
RFK Jr.










Pete Hegseth reeks! Odors galore: 
rotten-eggs-breath, leeks,  road apples, more:
Pete leaves shite in his shorts, 
while the White House reports 
how Pete's gas smells of basilisk spore. 


  








Congress, an arm of Drumpf's Reich, 
now's led by a Johnson* call'd Mike. 
Mike's record is vile; 
my review of his file 
reveals zip, nada, nothing to like. 

   *Slang for male genitalia -- 
or maybe a used condom. 











Drumpf's Chief of Naff Stephen Miller,
of Drumpf's '2Project the pillar, 
is Drumpf's clone of Roy Cohn.
Vile behavior he's shown --
while best known as "Community Killer."
Stephen Miller
















Saturday, August 23, 2025

MAGAlligators All Around


     An Additional Sendak Sendup

MAGAlligators All Around:
Abandoning Allies;
Accelerating Atrocities;
Advancing Anarchy. 
   MAGAlligators All Around:
Assaulting Academics;
Abusing Atheists;
Appropriating Archives. 
   MAGAlligators All Around:
Arming Adversaries;
Assassinating Abortion Advocates;
Applauding Assholes. 
   MAGAlligators All Around:
Arresting Arab-Americans
Assisting Autocrats;
Advocating Armageddon. 
   MAGAlligators All Around:
Altering Appearances;
Airbrushing Autobiographical Accounts;
Arousing Animosity. 
   MAGAlligators All Around:
Ambushing Alternate Arguments;
Appearing Awkward;
Approving Adultery. 
   MAGAlligators All Around:
Avoiding Alzheimer's Assessments;
Achieving Aberration;
Announcing Apocalypse. 
   MAGAlligators All Around:
Arranging Armed Attacks;
Accepting Autocrats' Airplanes;
Accusing Attorneys. 
   Alligators All Around:
Axing Apprentices;
Acting Atrociously;
Acquitting Anarchists. 
   MAGAlligators All Around:
Amplifying Assets; 
Auctioning Access; 
Awarding Ashli. 
   MAGAlligators All Around: 
Appointing Airheads; 
Annexing Antarctica; 
Autographing Anything
   MAGAlligators All Around: 
Abhoring Affection;
Always Archfiends
Annihilating America.
   MAGAlligators ALL Around...
An Account Addressing A Alone.

Basilisks Becoming Big:
Breathing Brimstone; 
Badmouthing Bidens; 
Bullying Bankers. 
   Basilisks Becoming Big: 
Befriending Billionaires; 
Broadcasting Balderdash; 
Boosting Brexit. 
   Basilisks Becoming Big: 
Banning Books; 
Banging Blondes; 
Brokering Bibles. 
   Basilisks Becoming Big: 
Broaching Bonespurs; 
Bingeing Burgers; 
Bursting Balloons. 
   Basilisks Becoming Big: 
Baking Books; 
Breeding Bimbos; 
Babbling Bunk. 
   Basilisks Becoming Big: 
Boasting Birdies; 
Building Barriers; 
Backing Bitcoins. 
   Basilisks Becoming Big: 
Bypassing Briefings; 
"Believing" Batshit; 
Bashing Blacks. 
   Basilisks Becoming Big: 
Booing Bruce; 
Bragging Baldly; 




Wednesday, August 20, 2025

Drumpft's Epitaphft

     More from guest blogger GFH. 


Drumpft has sailed 

unto his rest. 

Senile retribution 

there must be forgot, 

and loy'lty test 

and all that pussy-grabbin' 

where the loser's 

ceas'd to be a star -- 

now just some burnt shit 

in a jar. 


Wednesday Wave Protest Signs










Sunday, August 17, 2025

Only The Best People

The Kennedy Center 
has crown'd a new boss --
a gain for Vulgarity.
(Quality's loss.)
Now, Donald shall sever 
the cream from the dross.

Attention, America! 
Cock an ear, please, 
as the Center's golf-shoe-licking
board of trustees 
introduces with pride 
this year's five honorees: 

"Applaud Florence Foster 
(Ms. Jenkins to you)!
It's Flo whose ascents 
lesser divas dar'n't do. 
(Her F above high C's
a tour de force, nu...?)"

"Awardee Ed Wood, 
film director first-class!
Edward's "Plan 9 from Outer Space": 
who'll e'er surpass...? 
(Mr. Wood can't be with us 
this ev'ning, alas.)" 

Amanda McKittrick Ros, novelist... 

William Topaz McGonagall, poet... 

Donald J. Drumpf, polycultural icon....

(a work in progress) 

Curse For Bully POTUS

Today's verses created by guest blogger GFH -- with a few small edits from Uly. 

Trump must get Atomic Wedgies
And be forced to eat his veggies.
Lots of Noogies and Pink Bellies;
No appearances on tellies.
Dutch Rubs and a Tittie Twister 
Need be meted to this blister.
Don't, as well, neglect the Swirly --
Very often...very early.

Friday, August 15, 2025

Dog Day Doggerel


The ruby-eyed cicadas call'd 
the locust's second cousin. 
They surface during summer months, 
when soil's no longer fruzzen
Then, eggs and nymphs no more,
adult cicadas be a-buzzin.' 
(If you think borer bees be loud, 
you really ain't heard nuzzin.' 
I thought I heard a wasp one day;
as things turned out, it wasn.')
And tho' all old cicadas die, 
strange new ones have arusin.' 
They're ev'rywhere. They're in my hair. 
(I've swallow'd sev'ral dozen.) 
The moral of this verse...? 
There's many call'd, far fewer chussen.

Wednesday, August 13, 2025

Forever Young (The War, You Know)

I, 
in 1942
am born 
(of all the luck!) a Jew. 
The odds predict 
I'll not survive. 
(Indeed, I'm dead
by '45.) 

In '43, 
in Tokyo, 
I'm born -- in wartime,
don't ya know. 
By '45, 
I, too, am toast --
at barely two years old, 
a ghost.

Korea,
Fall of '53. 
An Incheon infant...
Hey: that's me!
At last they're 
drawing down the War. 
(Alas! I'm dead 
by '54.) 

Viet Nam,
1964. 
I'm born amidst 
more Asian war. 
Remember, please, 
this place and date. 
I die at Hue 
in '68.



(A work in progress)

Monday, August 4, 2025

Preppin' for the Protests: Stand With Ukraine Edition
















Nuoem: 
Go Home! 

End Trump's 
ICEcapades! 


No More 
ICE Ages!












MAINTAIN UKRAINE! 

BEAT the RUSH: 
BEAT the RUSSIANS!

DON'T GIVE UP: 
STAND UP! 

DON'T SHUT UP: 
SPEAK UP! 

DON'T DROP OUT: 
SPEAK OUT! 

MAKE GOOD NOISE! 

GIVE A DAMN! 

WE'RE HERE. 
WHERE ARE YOU...? 

SUSTAIN UKRAINE! 

HOOT the POOT! 
MUTE the POOT!
NEUT' the POOT! 
BOOT the POOT! 
(SHOOT the POOT...?) 



Tuesday, July 22, 2025

Hope; or, Like All Foul Gas, This Too Shall Pass (A Repost)


Drumpf glowers. And glowers. 
For hours and hours. And hours.
Der Fuhrer's fasc Drumpf scours.
(This lad ain’t Adenauer’s.) 
Unlike most Eisenhowers, 
Drumpf stacks of Macs* devours, 
and now, as then (and how!), errs
in plying POTUS powers.

Erecting new Trump Towers, 
Drumpf cries, “Trump never cowers!”
But, fin’lly, Drumpf's Tao sours
The People cry, “Enowers!**
That Hun’s no son of ours. 
Drumpf splits and hits the showers.
The GOP sends flowers.
And Drumpf no longer towers. 

     *Big Macs with lots -- lots! -- of extra cheese.
     **A poetic term -- a portmanteau pairing the Rubaiyat's 'enow,' meaning  'enough,' with the suffix '-ers' from the British slang which turns 'pregnant' to 'preggers' -- the combination meaning "E-freakin-nough, already!"

Saturday, July 19, 2025

Chant for Chas.

(With a tip of the Uly Poe turban to Mr Dickens.) 

Note gestes by festive mimes 
whose crest shows zest of limes, 
undress'd -- in jest, it's  guess'd -- 
thrice bless'd (id est: three times!), 
express'd as "Test of Bimes: 
a Spooner'd Nest of Rhymes" 
abreast the vestry chimes 
whilst Heston, vested, climbs 
a chest in quest of dimes.
Out west, twin pests betimes 
(both slimes) confess'd their crimes. 
[The rest's just mess'd-up primes.] 

Friday, July 18, 2025

MAGAlligators All Around

(With a tip o' the toque to Mr Sendak.)

I smelt swamp stench. 
I sens'd strange sound.
I search'd about. 
'Twas then I found
our ship of state 
had run aground. 
The captain, mates 'n' crew...? 
All drown'd:
MAGAlligators 
all around. 

Their eyelids...? Shadow'd. 
Noses...? Brown'd. 
Intentions...? 
Evil, I'll be bound. 
A failed poseur
we thought just clown'd...? 
That narcissist 
their king they crown'd. 
In golden robes 
this thing they gown'd. 

More MAGA'gators 
gather'd 'round. 
They immigrants 
harass 'n' hound. 
They kids 
illegally impound. 
Our Constitution 
they've unwound. 
MAGAlligators 
ALL around!

Thursday, July 17, 2025

Imagined Medievals

Alcuin of York 
used talons from a stork 
to help him chew 
his bar-be-cue: 
"'Tis helpful eating pork." 

Venerable Bede, 
a bookman built for speed, 
penn'd tomes in reams -- 
though now it seems
this Briton couldn't read. 

Carolus the Bald 
was hairless falsely call'd. 
Who'd on him pin
"King Head-'o-Skin" 
would see Carolus gall'd.

Monday, July 14, 2025

"A Pint o' Pease, Please!"; or, Pick Your Porridge! Pease Porridge Variants

Pease porridge hot. 
Pease porridge cold. 
Pease porridge covered in 
Peronospora mold. 
Some like it hot. 
Some like it cold. 
No one likes it covered in 
Peronospora mold. 

Pease porridge cold.
Pease porridge hot. 
Pease porridge top fermented
in Ma's copper pot. 
Many like it cold. 
Fewer like it hot. 
You'd like sev'ral growlers
whereas I'd like just a spot.
 
Pease porridge warm. 
Pease porridge cool. 
Pease porridge tepid, 
served with Papa's past'fazool. 
Few like it warm. 
Many like it cool. 
You can't seem to get enough
while too much makes me drool. 

Pease porridge cool. 
Pease porridge warm. 
Pease porridge regist'ring 
a diff'rent thermal form. 
Some like it cool. 
Some like it warm. 
No one likes it anywhere 
where lukewarm is the norm. 

Pease porridge grey. 
Pease porridge green. 
Pease porridge made in Grandma's 
platinum tureen. 
You like it grey. 
I like it green. 
No one likes it midnight blue: 
they don't know where it's been. 

Pease porridge green. 
Pease porridge grey. 
Pease porridge partner'd 
with a Caesar salad, say. 
I like it green. 
You like it grey. 
We both like it tomorrow, 
not today or yesterday.

Pease porridge sweet. 
Pease porridge dry.
Pease porridge complements 
a  huckleberry pie. 
I like it sweet. 
You like it dry. 
Grampa likes it not at all 
but will not tell me why. 

Pease porridge dry. 
Pease porridge sweet. 
Pease porridge -- served in saucers,
over ice or neat.
Pease porridge dry. 
Pease porridge sweet.
Pease porridge -- do as follows: 
pour, sniff, drink, repeat. 

Pease porridge nuked.
Pease porridge chill'dI
Pease porridge in a growler...
Careful lest it's spill'd. 
None like it nuked.
All like it chill'd.
So: may I have the same again, please...? 
I'm not nearly fill'd."

Pease porridge chill'd. 
Pease porridge nuked. 
Pease porridge I'll reorder 
lest I stand rebuked. 
All like it chill'd. 
None like it nuked. 
Late last night I chugged two mugfuls...
...whereupon I puked.

Tuesday, July 1, 2025

Vladimir Nabokov's Lolita Anagramaniacal Opening Lines

Lolita, light of my life... 

...might fail to yell "Foil!"... 

...or opt to yell "Epee!" --
she's just that unpredictable...

Fyodor Dostoevsky's Crime and Punishment Anagramaniacal Openin Lines

On an exceptionally hot evening...

...having no expectation, none yell...

...such triple-digit temps can leave  even the most gung-ho Russian peasant unmotivated...

Sunday, June 29, 2025

William Faulkner's The Sound and the Fury Anagramaniacal Opening Lines

Through the fence, between the curling flower spaces... 

...three Harpwig FC wheels (NG) 'n' three-foot Cucu beetles (NG)... 

...two strikers and a goalie from the recently relegated Yorkshire football club and several exceedingly tall insects imported from Amazonia -- and nary a one of 'em any good...

William Shakespeare's Richard III Anagramaniacal Opening Lines

Now is the winter of our discontent...

...wet feet, no oro sun, thin cows in dirt... 

...and my damn back is killin' me.

Saturday, June 28, 2025

Gabriel Garcia Marquez's One Hudred Years of Solitude Anagramaniacal Opening Lines

Many years later, as he faced the firing squad... 

...he -- Mr. Sage, Sr. as Chief Yananda -- quietly farted... 

It was in this role -- that of the charismatic though flatulent tribal leader of the local Yanomamo natives -- which the elderly actor had performed on the West End stage to some critical applause only three months before being convicted and sentenced to death for the kidnapping and murder of El Presidente's only daughter.

Miguel de Cervantes's Don Quixote Anagramaniacal Opening Lines

In a village of La Mancha... 

...Che, an ailing vole, a lama... 

...with only months to live, preached to his fellow lemmings a religion fusing Cuban Marxism with Tibetan spiritual practices...



Robert Louis Stevenson's Treasure Island Anagramaniacal Opening Lines

If sailor tales to sailor tunes...

...fail to start one's isle-air soul... 

...then wtf...?

Richard Llewellyn's How Green Was My Valley Anagramaniacal Opening Lines

I am packing my belongings...

...Ma -- locking penis in gym bag... 

Look the other way, won't you, please, Mother, 'til I'm finished...?

George Orwell's 1984 Anagramaniacal Opening Lines

It was a bright cold day in April...

...what AI call'd "a boy's tiring drip"... 

...just how tiring the drip could become young Winston would  discover all too soon...

Friday, June 27, 2025

Edward Lear's Anagramaniacal Opening Lines

The Scroobious Pip went out one day...

...an' busted (oy! phoo!) its out-worn piece... 

How now will it ever replace that toupee and engender of humiliation surcease...?

Lewis Carroll's Alice's Adventures Underground Anagramaniacal Opening Lines

Alice was beginning to get...

...to a nice big wan tinsel egg.

"That girl is REALLY starting to bug me," the largest of a nestful of pale (and, until but a moment before, pleasant) foil-festooned oval spheres was heard to remark.

Thursday, June 26, 2025

Leo Tolstoy's Anna Karenina Anagraramaniacal Opening Lines

Happy families are all alike.

If a Kay, a Miller, a Phils, a Peel... 

...though probably not if a Rumplestiltskin von Phuquephace...

Samuel Beckett's Waiting for Godot Anagramaniacal Opening Lines

Nothing to be done

No...? Get into bed, Hon!

Introducing one Baltimoron who's sick and tired of waiting.

Wednesday, June 25, 2025

Robert Browning's Anagramaniacal Opening Lines

That's my last duchess... 

She's Thut's "Ms Cat Lady"... 

...and who doesn't acknowledge that the popular Egyptian charioteer is also a world-class painter of feline portraits..?

Tuesday, June 24, 2025

Mark Twain's AnagraMania

You don't know about me... 

...but at noon you'd wok me...? 

If I were you I'd take a deep breath and count to ten -- unless you'd prefer to say hello to my little friends Fisti and Cuffs...


A. A. Milne's AnagraMania

Here is Edward Bear... 

(Did we err...? Be he Sara...?)

What sort of a bear would live under the name of Sara...? Oh...THAT sort of a bear.

Marcel Proust's AnagraMania

For a long time, I used to go to bed early... 

...and I'd forget to get my ol' Lois a bouree.

Without a quick turn or two about the nursery before lights out, that old gal wouldn't sleep a wink...

Bulwer-Lytton's AnagraMania

It was a dark and stormy night... 

...In my Dakota, Tar, with Dr. S_____, sang...

...Don Jose's "Flower Song" aria from Carmen as the infamous plastic surgeon and his giant Negro assistant, having finally loaded the remaining three headless corpses onto the Dodge truck's rain-soaked flatbed, attempted, mostly unsuccessfully, to pat dry each other's soggy jodhpurs...

Sunday, June 22, 2025

Into the Woods's AnagraMania

Once upon a time...
...a poem 'n' I cut one... 

(The lines were in the style of poetry of the Fartypants School of nonsense verse.)

Saturday, June 21, 2025

Genesis's AnagraMania

In the beginning...
...I, e.g...? Thin 'n' benign... 

(I was younger then.)

Friday, June 20, 2025

Jane Austin's AnagraMania

It is a truth universally acknowledged...
...everyone's Thula duck lard...? It's a-wilting... 

(It seems Mr. Darcy owns a pineapple plantation / fois gras factory on Oahu which he's dubb'd Thula.. .)

The Cabinuts of Dr Pantload

MAGA pundidiot Bannon,  a s hort-temper'd, short-fused loose cannon,  spouts r acist remarks which doubtless cause sparks.  (I s hudder ...