An Early Holiday Greeting

Blue Djinns; or, Blue, Blue, Blue Is the Hue of Maya Truelove's Do & Other Nonsense

     Drei Dry Djinn

     Ein 

One kin's a djinn demonic, 

a Finn whose sins be chronic. 

This thane of earls 

his mane of curls 

in vain unfurls. Sardonic...? 

     Zwei 

Akin's a djinn (clan...? Yanik)

whose binge is gin and tonic. 

This bane of girls 

his rain of pearls 

insanely hurls. Moronic...? 

     Drei 

"En fin"...? A djinn Teutonic -- 

twinn-chinn'd: one's thin, one's conic. 

Mint skeins he purls. 

In pain he twirls, 

this swain of churls. Bubonic...? 

Wednesday Wave Protest Sign 10.29.25

 

Tom Eliot's Year

January's rulest month: 

old New Year's resolutions. 
   February...? Foolest month: 

droll sonnet distributions. 

March is the retoolest month, 

a season of renewal. 
   April's, now, the crew'lest month. 

(We've quite enough of cruel.) 

May's the crepusculest month; 

each dusk starts that much later.

   June's last-day-of-schoolest month. 

Sing "Later, alligator!" 

July's the dunking-stoolest month;

with ice, much more surprising. 

   August is the fuelest month. 

The price of gas keeps rising. 

September is the droolest month: 

the birthrate's up. (Don't ask.)

   October is the ghoulest month. 

Who'll don a Donald mask...?

November is the coolest month. 

Eats...? Pumpkin pies. Drinks...?  Nogs.

   December is the yulest month:

King Wenceslaus thinks, "Logs!"

Dithyrambs in D with Denouement on Drumpf of Down D'ere: Homage a Mildred Plew Meigs Brought to You by the Letter D

     Dithyrambs in D

     Here de-

buts (Doh!) Der DOTUS,*

Don Drumpf of Down D'ere,
     of whose 

op'randi modus 
Dems duly forswear.
     Yet one

dares not dismiss  

the despicable hair 
     of the 

dastardly Drumpf of Down 

D'ere. 

          * Destroyer Of The United States

     Dans Drumpf's 

soul (what remains of it's 

black as the night)

     Drumpf en-

lists the fascisti 
who haunt the far right
     as Drumpf 

rants about hand size,  

red ties, weight and height (!) --

     does the 

dim-witted Drumpf of Down 

D'here. 

     During 

Drumpf's premier term 

Drumpf perversions rehears'd. 

     Now Drumpf 

daily distributes 

Drumpf's worst o' the worst. 

     (But what 

motivates Drumpf's 

duodenum to burst...? 

     Double 

cheeseburgers -- dozens! -- down 

dere.)

     Don Drumpf 

claims "the best words" 

though deployin' 'em not. 

     Don Drumpf 

grabs women's p*****s.* 

(Drumpf's earlobe got shot.) 

     Don Drumpf 

lusts after even his daughter -- 

a lot! -- 

     does the 

derelict Drumpf of Down 

D'ere.

          *Puritans read 'privates.' 

     Don Drumpf 

takes to Our House 

his demolishing bat

     as Drumpf 

makes of the U.S. 

persona non grat'...

     ...yet Don 

dons his "Make-Ev'rything-

Great-Again" hat --

     does De-

stroyer Don Drumpf of Down 

D'ere. 

     Denouement 

     But of 

late, concerns great 

Drumpf's deciding to share -- 

     in faint 

hopes of ascending 

God's heavenly stair.*

     Still, Drumpf's 

duly -- though Drumpf will 

construe it "unfair" --

     doom'd to 

dwell, 'til dawns Doomsday, down 

d'ere."**

     *Drumpf imagines, of course, 

a heavenly escalator.* 

     **Hell aka The Inferno (and 

considering the present context, 

doubtless Dante's. Drumpf's 

character qualifies him for 

damnation to every ring.)

Thirds Off Six Views Of South Fiji: a Distressed Sketchbook

Protest Sign for 10.22.25

 

POTUS's MAGAnificient Appointees Weigh In on the Correct Designation for Drumpf's Shit Bombs

     Steven 

Miller calls it 'excrement.' Steve 

Bannon calls it 'feces.' And to 

Rubio, it's 'El Popo' (a 

Cuban caca species.) 

     Speaker

Johnson calls it 'night soil,' while Pete 

Hegseth says 'manure.' J.D. 

Vance has call'd it 'coprolite.' Pam 

Bondi's still unsure. 

     Sam A-

lito calls it 'dirt' or 'dung.' John 

Roberts calls it 'stool.' Justice 

Clarence Thomas calls it 'kaka-

poopie.' (Such a tool!)

     Justice 

Amy Coney Barrett calls it

'waste' or 'poop' or 'flit.' Lindsey 

Graham calls it 'slops,' which is a 

fancy word for shit. 

 

    Tulsi 

Gabbard calls it 'midden,'  while Russ

Vought refers to 'spoor.' Ms Mc-

Mahon calls it 'guano,' tho' I 

cannot tell what for. 

     RF-

K just calls it 'doo-doo.' (Bobby's 

that there sorta guy.) And Kristi 

Noem...? She calls it 'loam.' Not even 

she can tell you why. 

     Sean 

Hannity refers to 'mist' -- the 

Nazis did so, too. Meanwhile the 

rest of 'em just call it 'scat.' (That's 

what we wish THEY'D do.) 

     Coda 

     Lastly,

Eric the Dim, his voice 

hoarse, adds 'le merde.' 

     "Disre-

gard! It's just him..." As, of 

course, no one cared. 

POTUS Poops (Though Surges No Troops)

      One 
fact on which the G.O.P. 
      and 
Democrats can both agree: 
     Drumpf 
dropping -- watch the video! -- 
     ma-

nure on New York City. Oh, 

      it's 

Drumpf alright -- "King Drumpf" notes  he,
     re-
posting it himself with glee.
     Says 
Vance, "It's funny. What's the fuss...?" 
     (Who 
hates America...? Not us.)

Sign for Saturday 10.18.25

 

Damp Hen Nonsense Apothems & Daffy Digressions

Some hens are born damp, some hens achieve dampness and some hens have dampness thrust upon them. 

A damp hen by any other name would smell as ripe. 

There is a tide in the affairs of damp hens when taken at the flood leaves them with an increase in egg production.

A damp hen in the hand is worth two in the mill pond.  

No hen is a (Rhode) Island.

'Twas the night before last.

Through halls, bathrooms and dens

not a hen was demurring -- 

not even damp hens.