Going to the Doggerels Again

In a Word, Please

Before you commence

Your yakking, condense

The words you dispense.

Don't make your two cents

A verbal offense,

A spiel that's immense

And terribly dense

With wordy nonsense.


What if the Tulip?

What if the tulip had just one?

And what if that one lip was fat?

Why did that tulip come undone?

What if the tulip had just one

Because the other weighed a ton

And fell off one day, then went splat?

What if the tulip had just one?

And what if that one lip was fat?


Cogito too much

I wonder if Descartes's a sham,

Less thoughtful than he's thought to be.

He says he thinks, therefore he am.

I wonder if Descartes's a sham,

Why not, "I am, ergo I'm Sam."?

It's all a Frenchman's fantasy.

I wonder if Descartes's a sham,

Less thoughtful than he's thought to be.


At the Bar

Edna, the floozy,

Was feeling bluesy

And getting boozy

And somewhat woozy.

This guy, a doozy,

Did not look choosey.

She wondered, "Who's he?"

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