TeaSpoon

Choice early tea…? He’ll tell no lie.

His…? Bacon and eggs.

The tortured’s plea: “Just let me die.”

He’s achin’… and begs.

     Moral:

For me…? Decaf -- but just a half.

Spoon for the Holidays

Magi in threes…?

“I Saw Three Ships.”

You, George, view bees;

I, Shaw, see thrips.

     Moral:

GBS (more or less)

Spoomelier

My favorite red...?
A Cote du Rhone.
"Dear Roy,
     Drop dead!"
I wrote to Cohn.
     Moral:
Re wine: where's mine...?

'50s Spoon

"Father Knows Best": 
Sitcom with legs.
Bother Foe's Nest...? 
Swipe enemy's eggs.
     Moral:
Jim Anderson: none blander, son. 

Trio cum Plio-

Heckle & Jeckyle & Hyde:

1 and 2 are, for suicide, tried.

3 steps forth, pleads the fifth,

then comes down with “Le Dyphth.”

(April Kalends, for sure...though no Ide.)

Heckle & Jeckyle & Hyde

need initials to linen applied.

"HRH" they'd once seen 

sewn on towels of the Queen.

They agree on those three -- modified.

(More to come: a work in progress) 

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.