Nanny Nonsense's Nursery Toy Closet of Celebrity Borrowed Interest

The Orson Beanbag

The Jack Paarcheesi

The Sylvia SimsCity

The Clue Gulager 

     (the three above per SS) 

The J. Willard MarriYahtzee 

The Atilla the Hungry Hungry Hippo 

The Brad Pit

The Lieutenant General H. R. McMastermind  

The Tarot Yamamoto 

The Leo G. Carrom 

The Baby Snooker

The Marlene Dietrichtactoe 

The Ronald Pickupsticks

The Harry Partcheesi 

The Augustine of Hippokemon 

The Hale Boggle

The Robert Cootie 

The O. Winston SLinky 

The Justice Hugo Blacktion Figure

The Oliver Twister 

The Marilyn Monopoly  

The Hamid Karxylophone

The Herb Blokus

The Neville Shutes and Ladders

The John Candyland  

The Donald Duck Pins

The Mickey Mousetrap 

The Feodor Chaliapinball Machine 

The Salman Rushdecoder Ring

The Gore De Volleyball 
The Deng Xiao Ping Pong Paddles 
The Hedy La Marbles  

The Don Qui Kong Arcade Game 
The Igor Stravinskee-Ball 
The Vincent Van Go-cart 
The Hermann Göring Toss 

The Edgar Allan Poetato Head
The Bibi Netanyahula Hoop 
The Hugo Matuscheckerboard 
The Leo Tolstoy Soldiers

The Walter Cronkite
The Klaus Barbie 
The John Coletrain Layout 
The Ludwig von Bakeoven

The Lucille Ball
The Rafael Nadoll
The James Armisteddy Bear
The Johann Sebastian Blocks

The Bigliest Loser or POTUS the GOATUS* *Goat-Of-All-Time of the United States

 (a work in progress)

Ghosts in the Machines

      (A work in progress)

The Lever

The Wheel & Axle
The Pulley
The Inclined Plane
The Wedge
The Screw

The Making of a Spoon

Rudyard Kipling's concubine. 
Crone's whetstone nears Ursine line.
     A rag, a bone, a hank of hair / A hag, a hone, a rank of bear

Spooner of Lambeth

President's clone who's the bane of the Right.
Rag-pickin' crone who'll remain out of sight.

     Hunter Biden / Bunter, hidin'

New Year's Queries

     Must our 'end's tend to rend our 'begin's

as our fingers finagle our fins...?

     Must our angels extinguish our djinns

as our Bezoses brainwash our Brins...?

     Must our paperclips poison our pins

as our Sawyers torpedo our Finns...?

     Pray our losses fall short of our wins!

Hey! Our losses must lose to our wins!

     Must our grimaces gainsay our grins

as our Ho Chi Minhs mangle our Nins...?

     Must our newcomers needle our kins

as our Judases jostle our Pnins...?

     Must our forthcomings battle our beens

as our stables make room for our inns...?

     Pray our losses fall short of our wins!

Hey! Our losses must lose to our wins!

     Must our kindnesses kill off our sins

as our bones break the back of shins...?

     Must our truths disestablish our spins

as our clamshells outnumber our tins...?

     Must our shirts beat the pants off our skins

as our triplets outnumber our twins...?

     Pray our losses fall short of our wins!

Hey! Our losses must lose to our wins!

The Casuarina Spoon

One of those sweet-sixteen types.
Gael whose glè mhath on the pipes.
     High-school girl / Guy who'll skirl

Hat/-tleTales

     While many shameless Texans, recognized 

by their fellows as the braggarts, blowhards and 

bloviators they routinely prove to be, often hear 

themselves tagged as being "all hat and no cattle," 

there remain oodles of citizens two-stepping through

the wider landscape whose behaviors are similarly 

characterized -- similarly, sure...but not quite the 

same.

When Rev'rend Spooner gets his way,
ol' Callaway heads t'other way.
     That cowboy's all cat and no hattle.

She schools each wee preschooler
as she wields one wicked ruler.

     That nun is all habit, no cassock.

Six slugs sail'd straight through, 

leaving zilch residue:
     He's all (rat-a-tat-) tat and no shrapnel.

Sergeant Friday's a cop, 

an abrupt one full stop.

     Hear him gripe: "Just the facts, ma'am; no tattle!"

Though her atria's chill'd, 

she's prepared to be thrill'd

    to her cor: She's all heart (though no cockle).

With Rice Krispies I find 

I prefer just one kind.

     Forget Pop: I'm all Snap and no Crackle.

He brings signs to each march 

and his slogans are arch,

     never dull. He's all that, but no catalyst. 

She'll not wriggle one hair, 

much less fly through the air.

     She's immobile: all halt and no cartwheel. 

Donald's evil's like cancer. 

For Don, love's no answer,

     That's Drumpf: he's all hate and no cuddle.

She's a Bell Witch/Quay blend* 

and, for sure, no one's friend.

     Fire burn! She's all haunt and no Casper.

          * The Bell Witch haunts an area in Tennessee; 

Minnie Quay is a legendary ghost spooking Michigan. 

"Fire burn..." is part of a couplet chanted by the 

Weird Sisters in Shakespeare's Macbeth. 

If Dad laughs at all, 

his laugh's big, never small.
     That's our Dad: he's all "HA!" and no chortle.

She's, when tough love's requir'd, 

ne'er in pull'd punches mired.

     Best to duck: she's all hit and no coddle.

His applause is sedate. 

Meet Monsieur Understate.

    In the end, he's all hint and no catcall.

A Dozen "Che"quivalents: "Che"pter I

     Iconic Revolutionary: 
Ernesto "Che" Guevara

     Iconic Revolutionary Tonsorialist:

"Che" van O'Hayrcutt 
     Iconic Revolutionary Solitary:
"Che" DeSalinger 
     Iconic Revolutionary Enthusiast: 
"Che" Phinghat-deBitt

     Iconic Revolutionary Regency Novelist: 
"Che" Naughston

 
     Iconic Revolutionary Split Personality: 
Dr. "Che"kyl  

     Iconic Revolutionary Singing Cowboy: 
"Che" Naughtry

     Iconic Revolutionary Irish Operatic Hero: 
Don "Che" O'Vaughney
     Iconic Revolutionary Jazz Great: 
Sidney Be"Che"

     Iconic Revolutionary Bombshell: 
"Che"yne Mansfield 

     Iconic Revolutionary Taxi Driver: 
Al Pa"Che"no
     Iconic Revolutionary Moneybags:
"Che" P. Morgan 

     Iconic Revolutionary Mother of God: 
Regina "Che" Lorum 

The Painted Spoon

Gardenias...? Billie's flowers.
Sex ev'ry 24 hours.
Lady Day / Daily lay

Of Spooner Bondage

Rogers limn'd in emerald-cum-blue-edelic hues.
Chill'd legume risotto...? Inappropriate for Jews.
Green 'n' bice Roy / Bean in rice...? Goy!