Runcibl'd Spooner: Generations Plus Dueling Self Portraits (Oz & PJ)

 

I'm grandad to 

one mottl'd crew, 

and, though my name's been James,

my real John Q's

the weal I do.

(Hark not to hollow claims!)

PapaJim

     Who'd stillness seek 

down Chesapeake

notes programs on her phone

which make less bleak 

her day, her week. 

(This rube's disorder prone.)

Joppa PIM 

     Moral:

Each Old Line creek's 

got hold o' geeks.

  "Ozzy"
by Ozzy

  "PapaJim"
by PapaJim

ConeyGirl Redux: Still More Supreme Courting Nonsense ala "My Pony Boy" (1909)

 Protestor
with Pata

ConeyGirl. 

ConeyGirl's

lingo's pure Sho-

shone skirl.

Few can make 

wave nor wake

of the suds she spouts.

Why's she shy...? 

Why's she lie...?

It's so-o-o-o hard to tell.

Poppycock...run the clock...(justice-mock...? Faux!)

O ConeyGirl!

ConeyGirl.

ConeyGirl.

Stoppen Sie ba-

loney, girl!

(More "Coney-" coming: a work in progress)

ConeyGirl Again: More Supreme Courting Nonsense ala "My Pony Boy"

Protestor
with 
Slingshot

ConeyGirl.

ConeyGirl.
Channeling Saint Joan, HeGirl...?
You must hope,
like some Pope, 

to all heathens doom --
with each rule
thinking you’ll 

let thy kingdom come.
Jesus saves. Free the slaves. (Open graves…? Wo-o-oe!)
No, ConeyGirl!

Oh, ConeyGirl: A Supreme Courting Song

 

 Protestor
with Bomb

    (The verses below are to be sung -- indeed they must be sung for 

best effect -- to the tune of a 1909 popular song, "My Pony Boy.")

ConeyGirl. 

ConeyGirl.

Drumpf adores you, don' he, girl!

Take some heat,

then a seat on our highest court.

Plan, in sum...?

Just keep mum: you'll be soon confirm'd. 

Antonin-Clarence kin! (Bader Gin-...? No-o-o-o!)

Oh, ConeyGirl!

ConeyGirl.

ConeyGirl.

Now you're Mitch's crony, girl.

Precedents...? 

Founders' bents trump 'em -- so you say.

Wade v Roe...? 

Gotta go, as does ACA.

Lexual. Textual. (Sexual...? Who-o-oa!)

Oh, ConeyGirl.

ConeyGirl.

ConeyGirl.

Dems feel you're a phony, girl.

Immigrants

stand no chance. Long gun bearers thrive.

Peopl'of Praise

damn the gays. Where do you come down...?

COVID flays. World malaise. (End of Days...? Doh!!)

Oh, ConeyGirl.

The Placozoa Chronicles: Episode 44: Viral Vixen

Protestor
with Shield 

     Ep. 44: L O A A P O C Z: Lo: a…a…pocz!

There once dwelt a flu-bearing fox

who, while otherwise heterodox,

spread his virus through town.

When the whole town came down,

I, immune, shouted, “Lo: a…a…pocz!”

Breaking News: This Just In

Protestor 
with Whip

On Friday,

October 16th,

at noon Eastern time,

Vice President Mike Pence

announced the appointment

of the newest member of Trump's

White House Corona Virus Task Force:

Dr. Novak Seene.

Runcibl'd Spooner: Little Green Mendacities

Protestor with Spear

What does the extra-terrestrial quip 

as he quenches his troubles...? 'Tis

"E.T. phone home."
What is that lad from Arabia's tip  

as he sharpens his bubbles...? 'Tis
"T.E. hone foam."
     Moral:

To each his '-one.'

Runcibl'd Spooner: Self Reverence

Protestor 
with Staff

Spooner takes ‘world peace’

and makes a pun.
Whirl’d peas
     I piss translucent droplets.
Then I’m done.
Pearl’d wees
     Moral:
You’re in the loo…?
The joke’s on you.

Runcibl'd Spooner: Fowl Bawl

Protestor
with Axe

Manicur’d tract wherein

Tinseltown’s talent’s interr’d:
Park Lawn
     For three shillings sixpence
I'd hock Ralph Vaughn Williams’s bird:
Lark pawn
     Moral (A):
What doesn’t ascend stays put in the end.
     Moral (B):
If it ain’t broker’d, don’t Styx it.

Runcibl'd Spooner: After Swine

Protestor
with Knife

Lightly freckled:

pretty girl.
     Slightly speckled:
gritty pearl.
     Moral:
It’s not nice to fool Mother Nacre.

The Placozoa Chronicles, Episode 43: No Man's Land (Two)

Protestor with
Crossbow

     Ep. 43: A L O A Z P O C: Alo'a, Zpoç-

Decamping Zpoçlandia...? Pity.
Still, you split...? You submit to this ditty:
"On your mark (it's been swell)...
get set...hula like hell!
So: Alo'a, Zpoçlandia City!"