"King Dump": "Ubu Roi" Reimagined Yet Again

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; 

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

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.

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.

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)

Casa Verde

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...?)