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Lawrence Hall May 2019
With thanks to everyone who gives us
Young Sheldon and The Big Bang Theory

Soft doxie
Warm doxie
Little ball  of fur
Happy doxie
Sleepy doxie
yap, yap, yap!  YAP! YAP! YAP! Yap! Yap! Yap! YAP! YAP! YAP! Yap! Yap! Yap! YAP! YAP! YAP! Yap! Yap! Yap! YAP! YAP! YAP! Yap! Yap! Yap! Bark! YAP! YAP! YAP! Yap! Yap! Yap! Woof! YAP! YAP! YAP! Yap! Yap! Yap! Grrrrrrr!  YAP! YAP! YAP! Yap! Yap! Yap !YAP! YAP! YAP! Yap! Yap! Yap!
This is of course an allusion to "Soft Kitty, Warm Kitty" which Sheldon's mother and later his wife sing to him at bedtime.

Your ‘umble scrivener’s site is:
Reactionarydrivel.blogspot.com.
It’s not at all reactionary, tho’ it might be drivel.

Lawrence Hall’s vanity publications are available on amazon.com as Kindle and on bits of dead tree:  The Road to Magdalena, Paleo-Hippies at Work and Play, Lady with a Dead Turtle, Don’t Forget Your Shoes and Grapes, Coffee and a Dead Alligator to Go, and Dispatches from the Colonial Office.
Dan McGowan Jul 2015
in one ohh the flightly finister
interjerk’t offorthwith united
unloosed upon the messes
who rains with string
of erring do
believe the ortho doxie

catamount the femail glory
moistens packet interfury
trump-ettes blow
the suction from their barrel oblesk
look slively tortice hand out for brood
scooch the dead **** down
impesh with dis-ire
marakesh the claim to sane
and leak brainoil smartly

for aft andall
whomake it threw
until deadneck cycoil
tweet totell interlie
the diff is how’d it hung
to a peel at the court
for reci-prostate-parity
just looking at the news and up pops this sheet
Michael John Aug 6
i)
i)


grumpy on the couch:
i was never loved, doc,
q:(a common whine-)

what makes you say..?
a:a void of feeling..
a vaccum..

q:you are defficient in
everyday emotions?
a:how do i know-

q:you can not communicate?
a:words, they hurt..
q:how so?

a:i try to relate..
q:you feel isolated..
a:i feel alone

a:i feel nothing..
q:you are repressed by
life..

a:i am repressed by life
i would hurt myself but
i am a coward..

i would die..i want to..
nothing to do but how..
life is pointless..

q:tell me about your
poetry-
i got out of bed

ii)

and in my head a
cacophony
that enticed and

bored in about equal
measure
mum,put my eggs on..

where is my paper-
the dog had ripped it
asunder..

mum,put the television
on..
i look out the window-

mum,when did you last
clean the windows..?
everything the same..

what about the weather..
rain..
in my heart a vacuum..

i have to vaccum, dear,
sorry..
where are my soldiers..?!

same as yesterday-where
is my life..
same as tomorrow..

iii)

meanwhile,happy does
a back to back boogie
with a little doxie

he met by rumblelows,
they look in the window
caught in flangrante..

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