Egbert the Adorable Octopus

EGBERT THE ADORABLE OCTOPUS & OTHER NONSENSE VERSE Egbert the Octopus is so damn cute & smarter than u (the point is moot) 'cause he doesn't pollute when he commutes, only, perhaps, when he (ahem) "poots"! —michael r. burch Monarch by Michael R. Burch I had a little caterpillar, it wove a cocoon for its villa. When I blinked an eye what did I espy? It flew off, a regal butterfly! Nonsense Ode to Chicken Soup by Michael R. Burch Chicken soup is fragrant goop in which swims the noodle's loop, sometimes in the shape of a hula hoop! So when you're sick, don't be a dupe: get out your spoon, extract a scoop. Quick, down the chute and you'll recoup! Preposterous Eros (II) by Michael R. Burch Preposterous Eros, mischievous elf! Please aim your missiles at yourself! Feel the tingle, then (take it from me) , you'll fall in love with the next hussy you see! She'll spend your money, she'll take your car... you'll soon end up alone in a sad little bar. Preposterous Eros, mischievous elf! Please aim your missiles at yourself! I was so drunk my lips got lost requesting a kiss.—Rumi, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch The Inconstant Cosmologist by Michael R. Burch An incestuous physicist, Bright, made whoopee much faster than light. She orgasmed one day in her relative way, but came on the previous night! Pale Ophelias by Michael R. Burch Ever in danger of a lethal tryst, with a comical father crying, "Desist! " We're all pale Ophelias in the mist. "Children, be careful! " our mothers insist, and yet we plow forward, in search of bliss, ever in danger of a lethal tryst. "Remember Eve's apple, " some inner voice hissed, which of course we ignored, the prudish miss! We're all pale Ophelias in the mist. Such a sweet temptation! , and who can resist the enticements of such a delectable dish, whatever the dangers of a lethal tryst? "Stay away, Cupid! " With a balled-up fist, we lecture the stars when things go amiss. We're all pale Ophelias in the mist. Lovers are criminals & need to be frisked! We're up to the task, like lobsters in bisque. Ever in danger of a lethal tryst, We're all pale Ophelias in the mist. U.S. Travel Advisory by Michael R. Burch It's okay to be gay, unless, let's say, you find your fey way outside the Bay. They will want you to pray to their LORD, or else pay for the "wrong decision." Stay in San Fran, or maybe LA. Keywords: nonsense, humor, light, goop