Posts filed under “Poetry”
A LETTER.
AN EPIGRAM.
THE STATE OF THE WORLD.
SONG OF THE GROUNDHOG.
MORE CONCISE LANGUAGE.
SONG OF THE MEASURING SPOONBILLS.
1. In Gilchrist County, Florida,
just west of Waxworths Hobble,
There’s a place in the sun
Where the caraways run
And the measuring spoonbills wobble.
Refrain:
Oh, they wobble all day,
And they wobble away
Over gravel and pebble and cobble,
In a place in the sun
Where the caraways run
Just west of Waxworths Hobble.
2. The tourists come from sixteen states
to watch the spoonbills bobble
Where they wobble away
By the Circle K
On the road through Waxworths Hobble.
Refrain.
3. But the caraways don’t care at all,
and they plot and scheme to nobble
All the tourist buses
That cause all the fusses
Where the measuring spoonbills wobble.
Refrain.
4. But a caraway is a small, small thing,
and it can’t make too much trobble,
So the tourists have fun
While the caraways run
And the measuring spoonbills wobble.
Refrain.
BUMPER STICKER.
CONSIDER THE GNU.
By Irving Vanderblock-Wheedle.
Consider, if you please, the gnu.
Now, hasn’t he been true to you?
The gnarwhal has a pointy end;
The gnewt’s at best a chilly friend;
The gnighthawk seldom stops to chat;
The gnumbat up and left me flat;
The gnautilus just backed away;
The gnapu said, “Some other day.”
So if you want a friend who’s true,
Consider, if you please, the gnu.
BUMPER STICKER.
AN OLD NURSERY RHYME.
Fennigan Finnegan,
Pa’s at the gin again;
Finnegan Fonnegan,
Looks like he’s gone again.
Melligan Milligan,
Ma made some swill again;
Milligan Mulligan,
Things sure are dull again.












