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Thursday, May 29, 2025

Snarkstitutes! The Poltergeist, the Qareen & the Roc

Beasts -- slews! -- I've bled (from few I've fled)
down days since bread's been sliced. 
Still, bless my soul, my best damn role..?
Oppress the poltergeist.
(Loud noise you hear by night...? I fear
'tis poltergeists, by Christ!) 

That God is great I'll not negate;
my dogmal slate is clean.
And still my quest's to quash, sans rest, 
the Qabalah's qareen.
(Great care I'll take, for heaven's sake:
you ne'er know where it's been.) 

Dad hunted gnu. His runts did, too,
like chips off olden blocks.
Those days...? Long gone. Fresh crises spawn 
my raids upon twin rocs:
The female swipes Pa's corncob pipes; 
the male Ma's mincemeat mocks.

Snarkstitutes! Nessie & Ouroboros

Aren't you my liege...? Your job...? Lay siege 
(an act oblige noblessey) --
to spray a toxin o'er the lochs 'n' 
nail that noxious Nessie. 
(Make sure the bane's a potent strain,
lest matters moot turn messy.) 

Egyptian priests deplore such beasts.
Greek Plato joins their chorus. 
Old Norse do, too (as we do...nu...?):
All'd oust the Ouroboros,
who'll rancid gas dish out (alas!)
as well as tiresome tsorus