Light Verse and Nonsense Verse Ii

Light Verse Marvell-Less by Michael R. Burch Mr. Marvell was ill-named? Inform us! Alas, his crude writings deform us: for when trying to bed chaste virgins, he led off with his iron balls ginormous! I Learned Too Late by Michael R. Burch “Show, don’t tell!” I learned too late that poetry has rules, although they may be rules for greater fools. In any case, by dodging rules and schools, I avoided useless duels. I learned too late that sentiment is bad— that Blake and Keats and Plath had all been had. In any case, by following my heart, I learned to walk apart. I learned too late that “telling” is a crime. Did Shakespeare know? Is Milton doing time? In any case, by telling, I admit: I think such rules are . There once was a poet from Tennessee who was known to indulge in straight Hennessey for his heart had been broken and cruelly ripped open by an ice-hoarding Dame of Paree. —Michael R. Burch A coquettish young lady of France longed to have lusty men in her pants, but in lieu of real joys she settled for boys, then berated her lack of romance. —Michael R. Burch A virginal lady of France longed to have a ménage in her pants but in lieu of real boys she settled for toys & painted pinkies to make her bits dance. —Michael R. Burch There was a young lady of France Who’d let cute boys root in her pants: Where they'd give her the finger she'd permit them to linger because that's the point of romance! —Michael R. Burch A germane young German, a dame with a quite unpronounceable name, gave me a kiss; I lectured her "Miss, we haven't been intro'd, for shame!" —Michael R. Burch A germane young German, a dame with a quite unpronounceable name, Frenched me a kiss; I admonished her, "Miss, you’ve left me twice tongue-tied, for shame!" —Michael R. Burch Although I prefer onions to bunions, I still primarily defer to legal reefer. —Michael R. Burch Cancun Cruz by Michael R. Burch There once was a senator, Cruz, whose whole life was one pus-oozing schmooze. When Trump called his wife ugly, Cruz brown-nosed him smugly, then went on a sweet Cancún cruise! Anchors Aweigh! by Michael R. Burch There once was an anchor babe, Cruz, whose deployment was Castro’s bold ruse. Now the revenge of Fidel has worked out quite well as Cruz missiles launch from his caboose! Canadian Cruz by Michael R. Burch There was a Canadian, Cruz, an anchor babe with a bold ruse: he’d take Texas first and then do his worst to infect the whole world with his views.