The Placozoa Chronicles, Episode 30: Color Me Cookoo!

     Ep. 30: A Plac...? Ooz'...?

Is that scouth 'round your mouth Dartmouth green...?

No, it bears more a Robin's Egg sheen.
That patina -- a plac...? ooz'...? --
eschews (thank God!) black hues.
In this light, it's...aquamarine!

The Placozoa Chronicles, Episode 29: Gentlemen, Start Your Vengeance

     Ep. 29: Pa Zoolac

Those naf Zoolacs drive what not a few lack:

a slick racecar, one both me and you lack.
What's needed...? New carjack plans.

I'll scout the Zoolac clan's
matriarch; you tail Pa Zoolac.

The Placozoa Chronicles, Episode 28: Marceau's Your Ol' Man!

     Ep. 28: Cal Z. Apoo 

Dead Israeli mime Shai K. Ophir
has point zero to fear, 'twould appear
from quick Cal Z. Apoo.
Cal's a mimicker, too, 
but Cal's gimmickry's limbic...and queer.

Runcibl'd Spooner: Shylock'd 'n' Loaded ('n' Syllogized...?)

"Quo:Quid::COV:ID"

A heart quarter-pounder’d

e'en Jews would leave sluggish:

The Merchant of Venice.

     Which threat -- sore unfounder'd --

looms, Van-Dyked ‘n’ thuggish…?

The Fur-Chin-Tough Menace.

     Moral:

Some qualities of mercy strain’d,

while dreadful, leave us entertain’d.

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.

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.