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Thursday, March 21, 2024

Salternatives

Salternatives: A Charm City Sonnet

Part One

It's routine hue's not green, not blue: 
the yellow Bal'mer Salt Box.
But let me introduce to you 
each Bal'mer Salt Box alt box.
One's home to News's raven muse: 
the Charlayne Hunter-Gault Box.
Use single straw -- or two (you choose): 
the Double Choc'late Malt Box.
One holds wa-a-ay more than all its parts: 
the David Marr Gestalt Box.
The Big One's scaling off the charts: 
the San Andreas Fault Box.
This octal icon rules the streets: 
the Reach a Screechin' Halt Box.
This food lab houses serious eats: 
the Kenji López-Alt Box.
"I'm outta dough; I cannot lie...": 
the Student Loan Default Box. 
Where P***yGrabsters go to die: 
the Sexual Assault Box.
 




















   

Part Two 

Comics herein limn'd...? The best! 
The 'Toons by Dudes Dubb'd Walt Box.
(Poe* draws as well...in Berlin West: 
Poe's Lebensunterhalt Box.)
This serves to store your foreign car: 
the English say 'Renault' Box.
These contents tell volks who you are: 
the Mispronounced 'Inhált' Box.
Your bubbe calls it liquid gold: 
where's 'z'...? Behind the 'Shmalt' Box.
This...? Home to hordes of Barb'rys bold: 
the '-er, Rock o' Gibrault-' Box.
Medievals used this for their church: 
the Pitch'd-brick Barrel Vault Box.
Embrace the flip; avoid the lurch: 
the Triple Somersault Box.  
This holds the tablets of the law: 
the Thou Shalt Not/Thou Shalt Box. 
Decryptions Turing oversaw: 
the "AI's Alan's Fault" Box.









































    









 





























































Codetta 

It's routine hue's nor green nor blue, 
the Yellow Bal'mer Salt box.
That said, this last one's red: 
the "I Dictatoheads Exalt!" Box.

    * Ulysses Poe, aka The DMV's 
Doggerel Dickinson, is a Baltimore
poetaster/illustrator and creator 
of the texts and images you're 
presently perusing.



Monday, March 18, 2024

Runcibl'd Spooner: Disabl'd

Disabled...? Leave the Lexus here!
Handicapped parking.
Peter, headless, lends an ear:
Pan, de-capp'd, harking. 
     Moral:
Sicken'd...? Start, cue the fright, 
and straight on till mourning.
     (With help from GFH)

Friday, March 15, 2024

Collaboration Horizontal & Pervertical

PWWL is pleased to acknowledge the participation of friend-of-blog JD in creating this item. Collaboration in name, collaboration in process, eh...?


     Then 

Back in Fall of '44, 
once the Boche had botch'd their war,
certain citizens of France were labell'd traitors.
Seems some femmes "made friends" with Fritz --
showin' Huns bared buns 'n' tits.
Folks cried, "whores!" (That -- and, of cours', "collaborators!")

Ev'ry cutie thus accused 
(barely any were excused)
had their crowning glories shaved 'n' shorn 'n' sheared.
Ask'd their barbers, "Need a reason...?
What you turncoats did was treason.
We don't care that, sans your hair, your heads look weird."

     Now 

Likewise, Drumpf's a traitor, who
secret documents withdrew
from the People's House, which people de-elected him,
whence that treasonable lout 
bared 'n' bandied 'em about
to the likes of Putin, Erdogan 'n' Kim. 

What's the punishment Drumpf's due...?
Seems there's little left to do
but to sit that traitor down 'n' shave his head.
Drumpf will look -- no snick'ring, ya'll -- 
like an orange billiard ball.
(Oo-oops! That was Herr Drumpf's real hair -- just like Drumpf said.)



Wednesday, March 13, 2024

Marriages Made Someplace Else

     Varia 

     Blondie marries Beulah Bondi; 
Dondi weds Mahatma Gandhi.
     Hedy marries Hasan (Medhi);
Giacometti weds Arletty.

     Jesus marries Lisa's nieces;
Edwin Meese weds Reese's Pieces.
     Ma Joad marries Mr. Toad;
Mother Lode weds Rod'rick Spode.

     Rainer Rilke marries Ilka;
Acker Bilk weds Harvey Milk.
     Rumpelstiltskin weds a selkie;
Dexter Filkins weds a welk.

     Dolly Parton weds May Sarton,
Thurston Dart and Clara Barton;
     Sidney Carton marries Areüs
the Agaïd, a Spartan.
     (All were last observ'd departin'
in Bond's car-jack'd Aston Martin.)

     Codetta

     Chuck Schumer marries Boomer* --
or is it Godden (Rumer)...?

     *Norman Julius "Boomer" Esiason 
is a former NFL quarterback.

     (images to come)

Friday, March 8, 2024

KEB USPs GOP RSVP to JRB's SOTU

     "Do 
look at me, America...at 
me, me, me, me, ME-E-E-E-E!
     You'll 
see I'm not a housewife -- tho' I
fey one on TV.
     My 
teardrops...? Mock! They're of the croc-
odile variety. 
     No 
'me' be in 'America'...? Sez
who...? Look, nu...? You'll see..." 

Drumpf Channels Gore...

      ...(Leslie, that is) vis a vis his G.O.P.

"It's my party and I'll
spy if I want to...
defy if I want to...
deny if I want to.
     It's my party and I'll
lie if I want to...
let fly if I want to...
stand by if I want to.
     It's my party and I'll
buy what I want to...
dye if I want to...
grab thigh when I want to.
     You would, too...
if this happen'd to
you...

Thursday, March 7, 2024

Uly's Psychopedia: Today's Word: trompe-l'oeils

     Meaning: 
deceiver of the eye
     Pronunciation: 
/trawhmp loyz/
     Used in a sentence: 
As POTUS, Trompe told 30,573 l'oeils.

Wednesday, March 6, 2024

Rhymin' Winnies...

     ...with a nod to SH (she knows who she is) 

He's a Cambrian stromatolite 
enwrapped in an amoebocyte 
inside a flaming pile o' shite.

His candor's tongue-in-cheeky
in a twice-used condom (leaky)
wrapp'd in Tim Scott's old dashiki.

Sunday, March 3, 2024

Ballderdash

     Wiffle Ballmer 

     It is 
dimpl'd. It is yellow. It is 
roundish, doncha know it.
     It will 
curve...'n' then will swerve...'n' then will 
sink each time you throw it.
     It is 
hollow; in its hold it hoards some 
snow-dissolving salt.
     (Do you 
fail to find this charming...? Such is 
surely not my fault.)


Thursday, February 29, 2024

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.




Tuesday, February 27, 2024

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.)" 

Litany Chanted Over Schrödinger's Box

Is he dead yet...? 'Yes' or 'No'...?  All'd 'God Bless!' if 'Yes,' you know.  Is he dead yet...? Don...