FebruWeather or An Imperfect "10"

(2/16) It's grey, 
(2/17) my frien,'
(2/18) it's grey...
(2/19) ...again.
(2/20) It's grey. 
(2/21) Since when...?
(2/22) Ten days 
(2/23) 'tis been --
(2/24) ten out 
(2/25) o' ten.

SpoonBread

Too young to leave her 
mum, this lass still
bakes -- fast -- cherry 
pies.*
What's choc'late-like, with 
notes of Bosc and
Danjou: pear-y 
chais.
     Moral:
First, eat and drink. Then -- later -- think.
     * The traditional song "Billy Boy, Billy Boy" 
tells of a girl who can "bake a cherry pie
in the twinkling of an eye" but is "a young
thing who cannot leave her mother."

A New "Wind" Wannabe Book Review in Verse: Jawin' Wid Amin

Jawin' Wid Amin: 
Conversations with the 
Ugandan Dictator About Life, 
Love & Whatnot
by Gaby "Mugabby" Mitchell
"'Idiot Idi' 
coarse critics decry you,"
Ms. Gaby Mugabby 
addresses Amin.
"Submit me those gobshites," 
the dictator dictates.
"All've exited -- them and 
them's fam'lies -- the scene."
"So, Id': have you anyone 
new in your life...?"
pivots Mitchell. "New soulmate...? 
New girlfriend...? New wife...?"
"I confess I've no time 
for careers of such kind...
what with slaughterin' subjects
post robbin' 'em blind."

SpoonSpawn

We are, we're all
told, sons of God.
Home arsenal...?
Holds guns of sod.
     Moral:
Is that thing loaded...?

Spooncognito

Guess who! 
Guess who! 
Guess who!
(Bal masque)
One Spanish 
stinkeroo:
Mal Basque...?
     Moral:
Costume ball...? Not at all.

Spooner Rabbit

Uncle's tricksters' 
tales Joel tells to you...?
Br'er Rabbit.
Sign'd edition, 
1922...? 
Rare Babbitt
      Moral:
All -- Lewis 'n' Harris 'n' Remus -- ensnare us!

Oui! Spoon

Come on, babies! 
Do the Locomotion!
Pepe's scabies...? 
Smooth on Moko* lotion!
     Moral:
Hey! No Jazzbah in the Casbah!
     * Pepe le Moko is a fictional 
jewel thief who hides out in Algiers.

The Spooniad

Spooner source…?

The Trojan Horse.

Gift of Greeks

or grift of geeks…?

     Moral:

No hoi polloi avoided Troy.

Spoon Your Prayers

The Book of Common Prayer:
a copy's in your pew.
A Pooka-bombin' c'reer
ain't no vocation I'd pursue.
     Moral:
Raise swords! Praise Lords!

Spoon Sandwich

Bacon, lettuce:

BLT chef’s 
chief ingredi-
ents.

Lacan* bet us:

“All y'all know of 
lingo makes no 
sense.”

     Moral:

You say 'tomato'...? So: what do you think I say...?

     * Controversial French psychoanalyst 

Jacques Lacan 

Spoon Fed

No! You bit the hand that feeds you...?
Such behavior ain't so nice.
Besides, you laugh'd off circumspection. 
So: you'd fit the band that heeds you...?
Give 'em rock-'n'-roll advice
and they'll approve your groove direction.
     Moral:
And a-one...and a-two...and a-you know what to do.