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Through varied ocean habitats Queer fish, shimmering, roam the range. Bewildering diversity To us, on land, appears quite strange. From Goby to the great Whale Shark, Their weight can rise to twenty tons! Such queer fat whales—one might remark; (but this offends the skinny ones...) Some are bloodthirsty; others timid. They burrow, swim, walk, fly, breathe air... Do not irritate. Leave them placid To their submarine affair. Aquatic warning/parting wish: Avoid the highly venomous fish.
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Apr 4, 2024
Apr 4, 2024 at 7:40 PM UTC
Queer Fish, Definitely
Perfect happiness’ greatest fear? The Other is deplorable. Extravagance is insincere; Proust’s mustache is adorable. I’m only up to number seven. Uninspired, its time to bail If Marcel P. was barred from heaven His essays were a massive fail. Marcel Proust, you silly fellow Prose overwrought, effete and gay, Puffy mama’s boy marshmallow You’re Hell’s to toast . . . now roast away. May virtue’s signalers all thus burn; This uninspiring questionnaire Will mainly cause one to discern That heads are up their derrière. True verse can never be a list Of humanistic questions asked. More fit that some psychologist Should have their godless soul thus tasked.
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Apr 25, 2024
Apr 25, 2024 at 2:09 PM UTC
Prompted to Lyric Disgust
Lost that dull plot so many years ago, Some guy named Heathcliff, a prim, proper room; Something dark on the moors portending doom— (No, wait—that was “Baskervilles”, different show). A wuthering woman, her savage beau— A conflict with tradition, hearts in thrall; Romantic English swoons. Forgot them all While seeking the plot beneath a willow. Catherine? Constance? The heroine’s name Escapes me evermore, and I don’t care. A Brontë sister here receives the blame For boring me with chick-lit and hot air. That’s all I can recall. The novel’s fame Would indicate there must be something there . . .
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Apr 1, 2024
Apr 1, 2024 at 7:59 PM UTC
Beneath the Willows
Weird wisdom: attractive to some. While to others, quite clearly, just dumb. Mystic truth from the East? Ask your guru. At least He will sell you a mantra to hum . . . Western Buddhists: they talk very Zen; And they placate our Japanese yen For satori. (and sake); It’s fake sukiyaki— The food they prepare, such wise men… But the weirdest of all of these sages Is the fake tantric monk who engages His female pupils In sin, with no scruples, And little regard for their ages.
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Apr 6, 2024
Apr 6, 2024 at 4:19 PM UTC
Weirdly Wise Limericks