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Sunday, October 4, 2020

The Plazocoa Chronicles, Episode 27: Hai-crew

     Ep. 27: Cozo, a Pal 

Steal my lunch money...? Better not try.
I've employ'd some "security," guy.
Meet Cozo, a pal... 
and my fixer...et al.
Please, please: don't let us keep you. Goodbye.

The Placozoa Chronicles, Episode 26: The Good, the Bad and the Placozoal

     Ep. 26: Plaza Oç'o

One "ta-dum" from a strumming guitar
cues El Ruffian to snuff that cigar!
"Let's us meet, por favor,
on the streetcar, Señor:
Plaza Oç'o. We need not ride far."

The Placozoa Chronicles, Episode 25: Clues...? Oh!

    Ep. 25: Zap! A Cloo!
 
Do you Plac’zoan Chronicles ken
as you ponder ‘em time ‘n’ again…?
Would fresh clues open doors --
give confusions 'what for's…?
Zap! A cloo! Will that do…? [Say ‘amen.’]

Runcibl'd Spooner: Saucy Jacky

Of gore he garner’d ne’er enough
as throats of drabs he'd 'grave 'n' whittle:
Jack the Ripper
Bernie Madoff, Ponzi buff…?
Let’s lengthen Laddie’s limbs a little:
“Rack the Gypper!”
     Moral:
Trust me: virtue just might hurt you.

Saturday, October 3, 2020

The Placozoa Chronicles, Episode 24: Coal Today, Hot Tamale

     Ep. 24: "Z" coal...?! 'Opa! 

Burning "A" coal or "B" coal," it sounds,
runs to hundreds -- nay: thousands! -- of pounds.
'Tis the same for coal "G," 
for coal "P" and coal "V."
Why not burn "Z" coal...?! 'Opa! (Yay! Zounds!)

The Placozoa Chronicles, Episodes 22 & 23: Of Candidates & Randy Dates

     Ep. 22: Looza PAC

If you're running for office, you know
how essential the need is for dough.
So: despite your poor polling
and penchant for trolling,
a Looza PAC cushions each blow.

     Ep. 23: Opal A. Zóç

I'm remembering Opal A. Zóç,
on whose Glock appear'd many a notch.
She'd keep track of each tryst --
for her mill, each one's grist.
Some she'd dominate; others she'd botch. 

Saturday Morning Medical Report or POTUS's Delicate Condition

He coughs! He coughs! He still at COVID scoffs.

He ails! He ails! He slows the US mails.

He swoons! He swoons! He Biden's mask impugns.

He bleeds! He bleeds! He still on junk food feeds.

He's chill'd! He's chill'd! He screams, "A wall I'll build."

He gasps! He gasps! His nurse's _____ he grasps.

He's down! He's down! His GOP skips town.

He mends! He mends! Our crucial vote impends.

Friday, October 2, 2020

Exquisite Hippocratic Corpse

He's warm! He's warm! Is this the brand new norm...?

He's drawn! He's drawn! 'Pon whom will Pence now fawn...? 

He's weak! He's weak! What's blanch'd that orange cheek...?

He sinks! He sinks! Who'll execrate the Chinks...?

He's hot! He's hot! Perhaps a Clorox shot...?

He's sick! He's sick! Might sink his SCOTUS pick...?

He's green! He's green! Hydroxichloroquine...?

He's ill! He's ill! Succession...? Phone the Hill...?! 

Runcibl'd Spooner: Borstal Ploy


"The Bluefish Brothers:
Further Poissons of Interest"

Marks which tele- 
graph: "I've doubts a-
bout the words I 
hide inside 'em":
Scare Quotes.
     Brendan* labels 
Glasgow's Nancys
thus. (How better 
to deride 'em!):
"Quare Scotes!"
     Moral:
It's not easy 
bein' *Behan.

Thursday, October 1, 2020

Runcibl'd Spooner: The First Shall Be L'Asta

"Buster Crab:
Another Poisson of Interest
"



     Tootles and Slightly
and Curly and Nibs
and the Twins –
each lad launch'd from his
pram: Lost Boys.
     Some second assistant
director tells Nora Charles
wannabes, “Leg it, Sis!
Scram!” Boss’d Loys.
     Moral:
Let no Pan spurn a
would-be Myrna.

Wednesday, September 30, 2020

Runcibl'd Spooner: Debate Knight

Supremacy's white
‘n' the flights of Drumpf lunar.
How far’s “too far right”…?
Just ask Reverend Spooner:
“Proud Boys ‘n’
Brow'd Poison.*”
     Moral:
As ever, El Rev
haunts a whole ‘nother lev.

     * Several mss show variants, 
among them "B'rrow d' Poi, Son!" 
Most have been fiercely disavowed 
as shameless lampoons.

"King Dump": "Ubu Roi" Reimagined Yet Again

  (More to come; a work in progress.)