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Thursday, May 30, 2024

Size Matters

Too small, Drumpf's eyes, 
as are Drumpf's hands. 
(Not so Drumpf's thighs
and thyroid glands.)
Too long Drumpf's ties: 
couture Drumpf pans.  
     So: how now hangs 
Drumpf's danglydoo...?
Drumpf's sturms and drangs
provide no clue. 
Ms D harrangues
"Too tiny, too." 
     Too small, Drumpf's mind,  
each cell, each lobe. 
Drumpf's kindness-blind. 
(This boob's no Job.
Drumpf is a bigly
xenophobe.)
     Though small (Drumpf's fist)
Drumpf grabs the loot. 
Now Stormy's diss'd 
Drumpf's sissypoot:
"I've never kiss'd one 
more minute." 
 
     Coda 

Small as well...? 
Drumpf's handicap. 
(Drumpf cheats.) 
But bigliest 
of all...? 
Dumb crap Drumpf eats. 

Saturday, May 25, 2024

Ashurbanipal Bach

Ashur-
banipal Bach is a
student of Rock, a grand-
nephew of Johann Sebastian, 
who, when 
yet a young fellow, ar-
ranged for the 'cello his 
feint on the "Saint Matthew Passtian." 

Ashur-
banipal Bach keeps great 
time (like a clock: tock, tock, 
tick) so he's nicknamed 'Cartier.' 
Once, when 
op'ra was needed, folks' 
summons he heeded: his 
"Qarmen" recalls George Bizier.
 
Ashur-
banipal Bach channels 
Bartok, Beach, Bloch. Bach's "Toc-
cata for Glockenspiel"'s Grammy 
serves to 
put on the map a 'til-
now-unknown chap -- one An-
navarupa Rama Swammy.
 
Ashur-
banipal Bach I e-
lect not to mock nor to 
jeer but to merely take stock, 
through this 
partial parade, of the 
music he's made, boy and 
man: Ashurbanipal Bach.


Tuesday, May 14, 2024

Lost: An Abecedarial List

     Preface 
A Hare, caught power-napping, lost the race.   
A Family -- Robinsons -- lived lost in space. 
Below, you'll find some ancillary "Losts" 
reporting on assorted risks and costs.

    Lost Ark
Heedless Hebrews lost their ark. 
Jones the Gentile found it...
...whole but harb'ring half a dozen nasty 
Nazis nosing 'round it. 

     Lost Boys
When J. M. Barrie's lads get lost,
they light in Neverland. 
But when to go they make great show, 
their plans get Peter Pan'd. 

     Lost Cause
Dixie's kvellingrebels yelling,
"Abe we won't embrace!"
(But let's be clear: the issues here 
have all to do with race.)

     Lost Dog 
On Wednesday week, our family's peke 
(call'd Haydn's Sikh) went missing. 
Around the pound we found our hound, 
whence follow'd licks 'n' kissing.

     Lost Everything 
Nigh '29, nine mates o' mine 
who'd mucho moolah earn 
say "Boo!" to bears, buy "sev'ral" shares, 
then promptly crash 'n' burn.

     Lost Face
Embrace, Your Grace, your loss of face!
Admit your misdemeanor!
Begin to graze where (goes the phrase)
the muchas grass grows greener. 

     Lost Generation
Whose body "best of breed" defines...?
Pop Hemingway's...? Or Gertrude Stein's...?
Ms. Zelda's...? Or F. Scott Fitzgerald's...? 
Or Yanks who share their Paris Heralds...?

    "Lost Horizon" 
Shangri-la, where lamas 
with ur-consciousness commune:
half Himalayan health spa, 
half Tibetan Brigadoon.

     Lost Innocence 
Eve and worse-half Adam curse,
"Our Paradise is lost." 
"Dost thou regain it, shine or rain...?"
asks God. "Thou bet thou dost."

     Lost Job 
I lost my job so join'd a mob 
who, kvetching 'bout such losses, 
apace agreed: "Our basic need...? 
Erasing greedy bosses."

     Lost Klimt 
Who hid the Klimt...? Please drop a himt: 
'tis worth a mimt or more.
Had I that Klimt, I'd ne'er be skimt. 
(I've pray'd I didm't die poor.) 

     Lost Lenore 
A poet (Poe of Bal'imo'e) 
beheld a talking grackle. 
That verbal bird spoke but one word: 
it "Nevermo'e" would cackle.

     Lost Mittens 
When clueless kittens misplace mittens, 
each deserves a shakin.' 
When manic mousers lose their marbles, 
stronger steps get taken. 

     Los Nachos 
This AI I download 
sounds bursty: 
it blossoms; it mushrooms; it pops. 
Of "These nachos are makin' me thirsty" 
I'm suspizzious. (Here's hopin' it stops.) 

     Lostometer 
Columbus's lostometer 
proved faulty. Soon it fail'd. 
Been made had Chris aware of this, 
I know he'd ne'er have sail'd. 

     Lost Pluto
To me it's still a planet.
Though "experts" tried to pan it
and hatch'd a plan to ban it, 
en fin they had to can it.

     "Lost" Quotes 
"'Tis better to have loved and lost..."
"All's lost once losing dice are toss'd..." 
"Your bridges all are cross'd...? You're lost..." 
(Now...what's that 'lost road' line from Frost...?)

     Lost Rhino 
I'm not your av'rage wino, 
tho' I relish gettin' sauced. 
My fav'rite brew...? Lost Rhino. You...
and everyone: Get Lost! 

    Lost Souls 
Denizens of Dante's Hell, 
engraved by M. DorĂ©, 
appear more formidabl' today 
than did they yesterday.

    Lost Time 
You need to read how nostrils 
serve to spur a lad's recall 
when a sugar cookie's dunk'd 
into Great Auntie's tea 'n' all.

     Lost U-boat 
A submarine -- Sargasso Green 
and captain'd by von Grath -- 
was lately seen (where had she been...?) 
last ev'ning in my bath. 

     Lost Voice 
My infamous aesthetic voice, 
exhausted penning "List," 
the sound of which -- nor Pound nor Joyce -- 
shall, nonetheless, be miss'd.

     Lost Wax 
The lost wax process: adults say 
how even children do it. 
I've look'd it up and say, "No way! 
There's, oh, so much more to it."

     Lost Xiaomi 
Hark closely: I'll not tell you twice. 
Locate the page call'd 'Find Device.' 
(It's likely lurking in the Cloud.) 
Click 'Phone.' Then brace for something loud.

     "Lost (in) Yonkers"
Mercedes Ruehl, an actress who'll 
with spirit rule the day, 
as oft before, she has once more,
in Mr. Simon's play.

     Lost Zero 
Once Hirohito ax'd Bushido, 
Kenji flew his plane 
toward Yankeeland full throttle...and 
was heard from ne'er again. 

Wednesday, May 8, 2024

Ubi Meus Est Roy Cohn...?

"Oh, dear," we hear 
Herr Drumpf bemohn, 
"I seek no 
weak-will'd chaperohn!
America's 
combat zohn.
So, where, oh, where 
is my Roy Cohn...?"
    D'ya hear Drumpf drohn, 
"Where's my Roy Cohn...?"...?
My li'l litigious 
traffic cohn...?
No waffle cohn's 
my cornerstohn!
Oh, where, oh, where 
is my Roy Cohn...?
     "Where's my cologhn'd 
'n' coss'tted crohn...?
My cyclohn...? 
My kimohna'd clohn...?
You creeps can keep 
your cortisohn: 
I ne'er shall share 
my ohwn Roy Cohn."

Monday, April 29, 2024

Ottet: An Octet of "-ot" Couples (with Supplemental Codotta)

          i. 
Baseball all-star Ott 
(call'd Mel, is Melvin not...?), 
a player who 
aspires to 
the Sultanate of Swat.
     Randolph Caldecott
resembles Ed Lear...NOT!
He does, although,
like Ed, earn dough
through sketches Randy'd jot. 

          ii. 
Jaat, a Hottenttot, 
performs his turkey trot 
while speaking !Kung, 
which twists his tongue. 
(This guy's a polyglot.) 
     Big bigot Margie Schott 
dispenses tommyrot, 
slurs "Japs" 'n' "Kikes,"
prefers Third Reichs: 
progressive Marge is not.
 
          iii. 
The Lady of Shalott 
dwells east of Camelot. 
Her lunch is curd; 
her munch preferr'd 
is oil of Bergamot. 
     Doctors say I've got 
a DVT -- a clot.
At first, my knees 
prove not "the bees.'" 
And now my veins are shot.

         iv.
M. Jean-Paul Marat 
extolls les sans-culottes
For this, Corday 
makes Jean-Paul pay: 
she stabs him, sans garrotte. 
     Hale Lucretia Mott 
assails male rule as rot. 
Her sister Suffs 
puff, "'Nuf's enough! 
We want that vote you've got."

         v. 
Brave Sir Lancelot 
slays knaves at Camelot. 
He's play'd by Cleese 
with expertise 
in Broadway's "Spamalot." 
     Dick and Jane's dog Spot 
those siblings train to trot, 
to fetch a ball 
nor that ain't all: 
that mutt can put a shot! 

     vi. 
Soprano Montserrat, 
on tour in "Turandot," 
earns ill reviews,
plus rounds of "boo!"s.' 
"Whaht ahm I: shahp or flaht...?"
     Milkah's brother Lot, 
once Sodom grows too hot 
(Gomorrah, too, 
comes down with feu), 
hightails it 'board his yacht.

     vii. 
Author Walter Scott 
is master of the plot. 
His seamless schemes 
Walt draws from dreams 
he dreams while smoking pot. 
     Benoit Mandelbrot 
with fractals casts his lot. 
D'you think it's larks 
to track those arcs...? 
If so, you don't know squat.

     viii. 
Pointillist Seurat,
whose girlfriend's name is Dot,
spends day 'n' night 
depicting light 
nigh Island of Grande Jatte. 
     Cambodia's Pol Pot 
'pon hist'ry plants a blot. 
He dwelt back then 
in west Phnom Penh 
but long'd for Angkor Wat.

     Codotta 

Betty Arbuthnot 
and Anastas'ya Ott, 
Monsieur Fermat, 
Herr Durrenmatt 
and football's T. J. Watt. 
    Henry Endicott,
the Hoople known as Mott, 
one Huguenot 
and Alex Trott:
they're all the "-ot"s I've got. 

Friday, April 19, 2024

Monday, April 15, 2024

Declaration of Condescendence

 




     Moments after twice-impeached 
former president Donald Drumpf left 
the stage of a campaign rally he had 
held in the museum wing of the 
National Archives, a museum guard 
noticed that the display case housing 
the Declaration of Independence had 
been breached and that the famous 
document had been mysteriously 
altered. 

     "The array of iconic signatures 
made by our Founding Fathers has 
been supplemented by a grotesque 
addition, most likely made by the 
black Sharpie discovered near the 
vandalized case," noted the guard.
      
     NARA has vowed to investigate.


Saturday, April 6, 2024

Yo! A Nonsense Lyric (As Sung by Yolande)

"You've your yoyoing Yogi, 
 your yoyoing Yoda. 
 Yonder's yoyoing Yom Kippur.
 Your Yossarian, yoyoing, 
 yells, 'Hi-yo, Silver!'.
 You've yoyoing Yoko...yeah: her!
      "You've your yoyoing young 
 cryotherapist 
 (yours is yodeling 'sa-yo-na-ra'*).
 You've your yoyoing yoghurt-engorged 
 Dryopithecus; 
 yours yoyos (yoicks!) Yo-Yo Ma.
     "Rev'rend Spooner, while yoyoing, 
 yells, 'Rellow Yose! 
 Mold the hayo, Sosemite Yam!'
 Both those yokels, once through  
 (with their yoyoing, nu...?)
 yodel, 'Yolayheehoo...'
 So: are you -- yabba...doo!** -- 
 B.Y.O.ing your yoyos...?"

     "I am."

     * Unlike in English, Japanese does not employ
stress accent. The effect generally is that each 
syllable receives approximately the same stress --
which can, to Western ears, sound like a stress accent
is applied to the final syllable, as it sounds above.
     ** Truncated version of characteristic comment 
by same Yogi Bear who appears in the first line of 
this lyric.


Yoyoing Yogi


Yoyoing Yoda 



     





     


(More images to come)

Thursday, April 4, 2024

Walternatives; Or, Perhaps Our Faults Aren't In Our Stars But Hinge Upon Our Avatars

     Walter 
Disney draws a rodent. 
     Walter 
Lantz...? He draws a bird. 
     Walter 
Kelly draws a swampful -- 
     feather'd, 
weather'd, scaled 'n' furr'd. 
     Walter 
Carr draws souls of black folk, 
     folk who 
look a lot like him. 
     Walter 
Simonson draws Thor,
     performs the 
chore with nimble vim. 
     Walter 
Handelsman draws pols
     as well as 
Pulitzer's applause. 
     And Mc-
Dougall, Walter, draws, 
     with L. Frank's 
aid, oddballs from Oz. 
     There've been 
so-o-o few unsuccessful 'toons
     from 
fellas nicknamed Walt.
     If 
my 'toons fail but I'm call'd Dale,
     how's 
such defeat my fault...?

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