The Love Limerick of J. Alfred Prufrock

Michelangelo moves me, you know,
with an artistry most ultimo -
he's not verité,
but I do have to say,
Antonioni is never detrop.



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The Truth about Trees

I’ve never read anyone’s rhyme
as lovely as flowering lime,
and sweet-leaving laurel
is surely more moral
than blustering poets, like I’m.

This is Just to Crow

I have eaten the plums that were there
in the icebox, too tempting to bear.
.....Who could have missed them?
.....I couldn’t resist them,
so sweet and so cold. Neah neah neah!



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The Soldier

Should it happen one day that they bury
my body abroad (thanks to Jerry),
....though England I’ll miss,
....my comfort is this,
that I’ll be with God, making merry.



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Ulysses to the Ithacans

"Do I care if some other king craves
to give laws to plebeians and knaves?
.....My son being fit
.....to handle that shit,
come on, mates, let's straddle the waves!"

The Duke, Less Subtly

"In her portrait she looks like a saint,
but I found much cause for complaint.
.....Should I marry your daughter,
.....she'll do as she aughter,
or she too will live but in paint."

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Rhyming by Woods

These woods are not mine, but I know them.
My horse waits; I rhyme while flakes snow them.
....They’re lovely and deep,
....but I’m longing to sleep,
and I can’t till I ode or rondeau them.

Another Take on Prufrock

(originally posted PM to M. Cantor, who suggested I post it here)

What say you we amble downtown
and act—you a vamp, I a clown—
.....while the others discuss
.....some meaningless fuss?
For hearing those voices we drown.

Ode On Intimations Of Immortality

When I was a boy, I was happy,
a dad to my very own pappy,
... but when I grew old
... the world struck me cold
and sometimes I felt downright crappy.

But as I grew wiser I learned
inside me God's torches still burned,
... and so now and then
... felt joyful again
as all the good feeling returned.

Love Immortal

Have you heard of my Annabel Lee?
I sleep in her tomb by the sea.
.....Our love was so zealous
.....the angels were jealous,
and took my dear Annie from me.