Hechterish-Pechterish
Roger O'Slater, dear
RosaRugosa won't
pun with me now.

Aren't you available?
Pun with this swagman we'll
talk about beating dead
horses and cows.

Pun-with-ya, fun-with-ya!
Can’t it be me, Jerry,
beating dead cows ’til the
horses come home?

More than available,
for the Old Swagman I’m
wholly-attainable.
Meet you in Rome?


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Lushily-crushily
zita-our-zbaby
what should I do now you've
broken my heart?

Calling me 'Old' Swagman -
true, I'm no spring chicken
nor am I known to be
such an old fart.

Hastily-chastily!
born-again Jerry-Glenn,
don’t mean to tease you
or break your heart!

You knew just what I meant
calling you by your new
pseudonym-substitute,
silly young fart!

Verily-merrily
I'm feeling better now
since you don't think that I
look like a prune.

Checking my map I find
Rome's much too far away
How 'bout in Westchester
this coming June?

*grin*

Spy-rily, wry-rily
super-sleuth-stealthily
I was intending to
see you all there

Without your knowing it
Zbaby’d show up at
Westchester's Spherian
Poets affair.


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Murkily-lurkily
zita will show up at
Westchester conference
among us to roam.

How will she know me?
I'll put on my Aussie hat
but think I had better leave
my spurs at home.

Flibberty-Gibberty
Anthony/Hollander
Reading these dactyls were
Painfully shocked,

Giving the both of them
Dipsomaniacal
Urgings to visit the
Pub and get crocked.

Rummily, chummily,
Hecht said to Hollander,
"Rosa and Jerry are
skipping a rule."

"Line six or seven is
polysyllabical?"
"Exactamundo!" said
Tony, no fool.



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Mumbily-grumbily
Kevin and Hugh Clary -
nothing to do but their
betters to jape.

Just cause the Swagman can
flirt with the ladies they
bend their proboscises
clean out of shape.

[This message has been edited by Jerry Glenn Hartwig (edited January 14, 2003).]