#parodies
Winking, Stinking and Clod,
Each with a gross ugly ***
Each a miserable thief
With greed past belief
And all were hatched out of a pod.
Two hundred silly baboons,
So like unfunny cartoons,
Overpaid and mindless,
They call them a congress.
We won’t be forgetting them soon.
Floppy, Tipsy and Cottonhead
Three bunnies talented in bed.
They rake in the gold
Doing what they’re told
Repeating to no one what’s said.
Hakey fakey Doctor Duck,
Gives glowing reports for a buck.
Not much they’ve done
Was anything like fun
But his hush money fills a truck.
Liar, liar, pants on fire
How does your bank account grow?
We hastily must warn
The banks are foreign
So Americans have no way to know.
Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 4:34 AM UTC
Performing Art
by Michael R. Burch
Who teaches the wren
in its drab existence
to explode into song?
What parodies of irony
does the jay espouse
with its sharp-edged tongue?
What instinctual memories
lend stunning brightness
to the strange dreams
of the dull gray slug
—spinning its chrysalis,
gluing rough seams—
abiding in darkness
its transformation,
till, waving damp wings,
it applauds its performance?
I am done with irony.
Life itself sings.
One suspects the typical American poetry professor and/or workshop instructor would advise birds to give up singing for mostly inaudible expressions of jaded irony. Keywords/Tags: performing, art, poetry, song, singing, music, irony, cynicism, parodies, dreams, imagination, chrysalis, butterfly, transformation, natural, performance
Apr 11, 2020
Apr 11, 2020 at 12:51 AM UTC
(Parody song two of seven from the nonexistent, but soon to come out 🤞🏼 album "Naughty Kid Lane: The Ballad of the New Santa")
(To the tune of "We're Off to See the Wizard")
We're off to see the North Pole,
The wonderful North Pole of dread!
We hear he has a coal mine
To match the words we said!
The words we said, the things we did, the pranks we pulled all year,
We're off to see the North Pole, the wonderful North Pole of fear!
So, you're the kid who glued the cat
Right to your father's head?
And you're the one who told your aunt
You wished that she was dead?
Well, I'm the one who swapped the sugar out with salt, you see,
It seems that Santa's workshop has no sense of comedy!
We're off to see the North Pole,
The wonderful North Pole of dread!
I bet he'll make us work all night
And never go to bed!
But listen up, you rejects, you delinquents, and you thieves,
I think we've got enough kids here to bring him to his knees!
So, let's all stick together,
A nasty, naughty crew.
When he opens up this sack of his,
He won't know what to do!
We'll tie him up with tinsel, and we'll hijack his whole sleigh,
And then we'll take the good kids' toys and finally fly away!
We're off to see the North Pole,
The wonderful North Pole of dread!
But we'll become the rulers of
The North Pole in his stead!
Dec 15, 2025
Dec 15, 2025 at 12:12 PM UTC