At Direction of President, Pepper Returns to School Without Mask

Where's Walrus...? Letter L (A Study in Self-Reference)

     Blogger Poe adores self-reference (who doesn't?!) but 

wonders: if a text that uses every letter of the alphabet

is called a pangram and if a pangram that uses every 

letter except one is called a pangrammatic lipogram, 

then what is a pangrammatic lipogram that uses every 

letter except two called?* 

The Walrus and the Lipogram,

In DXV** BC,

Were quick to end their self-ref wend.

Goes Wal, “Don't ya’ll agree

We must disperse...?” (He’d suss'd: his verse

Contain'd no J or Z.***)

     * Names suggested thus far include 'pangrammatic 

bi-pogram,' 'pangrammatic di-pogram' and 'pangrammatic 

twi-pogram.' PlaysWell has yet to indicate a preference.

     ** Read as either "five fifteen" or "dee-ex-vee."

PlaysWell is pleased and proud to recommend either 

and/or both.

     *** Strictly speaking, of course, the verse does contain

both letters, since the last line, in which they appear,

is a part of the verse. Self-reference can prove slippery. 

QAnonsense

      All are local. 

                     -- QTip O'Neill, politician

     Some are loco.

                     -- Qlysses Poe, poetaster 

Politics…? Jeux déjà vu,

revisiting my lawn, your loo,

as one e. g., consider Q:

'tis always spotted someplace new.

     Mattel, with boist'rous ballyhoo,

brings forth, for GOP review,

a polypoppet (Bouffant...? Blue!):

hot alt-right moll/doll, Barbie Q.

     “Oklahoma!”…?  Right on cue,

a new production. (Overdue!)

Act I: who sings, “Oh, what a beau-…”…?

'Tis far-right ranch hand Curly Q.

     Some crave a culinary coup,

a white-supremacist-type stew

deserving of the Cordon Bleu.

Viet Nam boasts this broth: Phở Q.

     Politics…? Just déjà vu.

Once more, the porch. (The bedroom, too.)

Do voters need a talking to...?

Yep! One example...? Take (Plee-eeze!) Q!

Where's Walrus...? Letters N & M (Compliments and apologies once again to friend of the blog GFH)

The Walrus and the Neonate

Perambulate their nabe.

“Not one more lap without your map!

Who's snatch'd my astrolabe…?”

The Walrus thinks. “This precinct stinks!"

Prates tot, "It's got you, babe.”

The Walrus and Madame Defarge:

Beneath the guillotine

Nigh which they’ve stray’d, they hitch its blade,

Which seems extremely keen.

“Let's shave aristos,” whistles she.

“Voila! Well-oil’d machine.”

Two Suckers: A Nonsense Verse Duet (One pick's rather sticky; one's a dick, a sickie.)

"Two Suckers"
chemical marker on copy paper by Ulysses Poe

The All-day Sucker.

Sucrose on a 

stick. (It tastes so

good!)

The Loser Sucker.

Vote! (You vote, you

lick it! Under-

stood...?)

Where's Walrus...? Letter O

The Walrus and the Ombudsman

Suspend their morning jog.

“You lag, Milord,” the Walrus roar'd.

"You've slow'd us to a slog."

“You're Dynamo,” quoth Señor O.

“Me…? I'm El Underdog.”

Suckers, Losers or Mr. POTUS Doesn't Regret

     "Be All You Can Be"

                 -- Former Army recruiting slogan

Long-haul truckers…? Could be cruisers.

They ain’t suckers. They ain’t losers.

Snoozers should be sitting duckers.

Losers...? Nope! Nor be they suckers.

 

Pass-the-buckers might be schmoozers.

They ain’t suckers. They aint losers.

Musers...? Right! They're thunderstruckers.

Losers...? Nope! Nor be they suckers.

 

Oyster shuckers can turn oozers.

They ain’t suckers. They ain’t losers.

Beggar'd ruckers can’t be choosers.

Still, not suckers. Nor, yet, losers.

 

Texan Cruzers...? Some seem schmuckers.

They ain’t losers. They ain’t suckers.

Rural Hoosiers...? Few be chuckers.

They ain’t losers. They ain’t suckers.

 

Now your POTUS has reveal’d:

dying on some foreign field

turns you loser, makes you suck.

WTF, Drumpf…?! WTF...?!  

Where's Walrus...? Q & P (Compliments of Friend of the Blog GFH -- and with Apologies for the Heavy-Handed Rewrite)

The Walrus and the Quietist

To pilgrimage aspired.

Posed Walrus, “Say! Let’s leave today…

Unless your dogs be tired.”

Can't! Thank this cyst,” the Quietist

Return'd, “my sole's acquired.”

The Walrus and the Prostitute

Patroll'd the Tenderloin,

A-reminiscing all the while

Of General Burgoyne.

"'Gent John' rejoiced in drabs," Jen* voiced.

John blew a slew of coin."

     * Perhaps Jenny Diver from John Gay's 

"The Beggars' Opera"...?

Where's Dorian...? or The Picture of Ulysses Charcoal-Gray in Gray Charcoal on Canvas by Prominent Dublin Portrait Artist Albert O. ("Jacques") O'Metty...AND...Where's Walrus...?: Letter R

The Walrus and the Radical

Enblurb their urban street.

“Quote: 'Ave...? Ain't mean.' (From all we’ve seen,

With business 'tis replete.)"

Yet, "IT’S ABLAZE!!" ignites today’s

Drumpf trump’d up White House tweet.

Where's Walrus...? Q

The Walrus and the QAnon

Believer hit the road.

And, while they do, they style their coup.

(They speak in secret code.)

Their place de plot…? Which chamber pot

holds dumps in Drumpf’s commode...?

Uly* Does Ogden** Does Lewis***: Yet Another Alternate Poetical Take...

     * Ulysses Poe, nonsense poetaster and author of What A's Not For

     ** Ogden Nash, poet of light verse featuring unconventional rhyme schemes

     *** Lewis Carroll, composer of "The Hunting of the Snark"

"Twin Pins" 
table-top image
by amateur
photographer
Ulysses Poe

     "Consider the Snark"

Verse nonsense of Carroll’s... 

which we might not possess 

if it weren't for amateur photographer 

Charles Dodgson’s fascination with the work’s 

young dedicatee Gertrude Chataway, as he was

similarly with young Alice Liddell, young Xie Kitchin, 

young Bea Hatch and other innocent middle-class underage... 

...Victorian gairls.