COVentry Carol or the Nonsense He Knows

     I've 
call'd for COVES who don’t get captur'd, 
COVES who don’t get caught. 

     I’m 
circumspect re COVENS, where Dem's 
witch-hunt raids get wrought.

     I'm 
COVETOUS of cash...'cuz I crave
capital...a lot!

     My 
habit’s been to rake coin in. (Through 
COVIN, oft as not.)

     Cook'd 
capers call for COVER-UPS. Of 
those I've caused a bevy.
     With 
lingual coinage, too, I'm clever. 
(Google my ‘COVFEFE.’)

     Now, 
nasty Chinese COVID-19's 
vast catastrophe!

     Drumpf's
vocable- (his V O C-) CO-
VALENT...? 'C O V-.'

Xmaspoon

The kitsch Darren scored...?
A major award.
The gamble adored...?
A wager amour'd.
     Moral:
Drink your freakin' Ovaltine!

LentSpoon

No Belgian beer for me, my dear.
I give it up in Lent.
Once Pasch is past, I lose that fast:
I live it up in Ghent.
     Moral:
No Buds for me.

LordSpoon

The Son of God...? Nudge-nudge, wink-wink:
the Greatest Story Ever Told.
Top NeoCon gets wrapp'd in mink...?
The greatest Tory ever stoled.
     Moral:
Real myrrh, fake fur.

HMSpoon

Fletch to Bligh, "I shan't conform":
Mutiny on the Bounty.
Canuck polices uniform:
Butane-y on the Mountie.
     Moral:
They always get their mien.

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!