Wow. lol. I approve of the double-entendre, Jerry!

Another example of what good critical interpretation can do for a poem, n'est-ce pas?

Terese

Miami News Item

Men seldom make passes
At girls with flat asses.

Eliot Attempts to Demonstrate He is Not an Anti-Semite

Let us go then, you and I,
for some corned beef, lean, on seeded rye.


He Remains Self-Conscious

April is the cruelest month, breeding
comments that my hairline is receding.


Whereas Auden is Sensitive to Criticism

I sit in one of the dives
and mull a metric nit of Clive's.


And Kipling is Simply Confused

God of our Fathers, known of old,
You wear the bottoms of your trousers rolled?



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The Lullaby of Beltway

Come on along and listen to
the presidential parvenu.

Ambush by Emphysema

Because I could not stop for Death
he ambushed me when out of breath.

Old Habits Die Hard

I wandered lonely as a cloud,
oft speaking to myself aloud.

Clinton Redux

About suffering they were never wrong;
how well they knew the snapping thong.

Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms?
For travel sickness, I have Kalms....

Do not go gentle into that good night.
Kick Death's shins and pick a fight.

A slumber did my spirit seal;
laudanum was on special deal.

If I should die, think only this of me:
I meant to poison YOUR green tea.

(Maz)

Apologies to ED

It sifts from leaden sieves,
but dammit! 11" is enough!

Paradise

A loaf of bread, a jug of wine and thou--
Though maybe I'd prefer a pizza now.


A Question of Hygiene

They flee from me that sometime did me seek--
Maybe cuz I ain't showered in a week.


Country Life

Under the spreading chestnut tree
My dog is often wont to pee.


People Magazine Tailgater

The best laid schemes o' mice an' men
Gang aft aglay--look at Ben and Jen.


Poe on the Curse of the Bambino
or, No Joy in Beantown

Once upon a midnight dreary
As I pondered weak and weary
Why the Sox can't win the Series...

(yes, I know, it's a triplet, sorry...)


Two Utilities Tailgaters

1
When icicles hang on the wall,
'Tis then the heat bills most appall...


2
My candle burns at both ends--
I didn't pay the light bill, friends.


Kubla Goes Suburban

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately shopping center plan.


Miniver on the Net

Miniver Cheevy, child of scorn
Grew hot while he downloaded porn.

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A Misleading Foot

Sweet, thou hast trod on a heart.
“Yes, that’s my favorite part!”


The Name Game

I have a name, a little name,
and it will never bring me fame.


The Poet and the Last Word

Said a people to a poet – “Go out from among us straightaway!”
Said a poet to a people – “you know you’ll be sorry, all the day.”






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Emily Gets Down and Dirty

A narrow Fellow in the Grass
Exposed his slim—seductive—Ass.

I’m nobody! Who are you?
“I’m somebody. Wanna screw?”

Crumbling is not an instant’s Act—
Please be patient. Use some Tact!

I taste a liquor never brewed—
Inebriate of air—I’m Nude!

There is a certain slant of light
To guide you left. Now—to the—Right!

I heard a Fly buzz—when I died—
Le petit mort—oh—what—a—Ride!

Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
Turn out the Lights!




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