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Light Verse and Nonsense Verse Iv

LIGHT VERSE AND NONSENSE VERSE IV Anti-Vegan Manifesto by Michael R. Burch Let us avoid lettuce, sincerely, and also celery! Rising Fall by Michael R. Burch after Keats Seasons of mellow fruitfulness collect at last into mist some brisk wind will dismiss ... Where, indeed, are the showers of April? Where, indeed, the bright flowers of May? But feel no dismay ... It’s time to make hay! How It Goes, Or Doesn’t by Michael R. Burch My face is getting craggier. My pants are getting saggier. My ear-hair’s getting shaggier. My wife is getting naggier. I’m getting old! My memory’s plumb awful. My eyesight is unlawful. I eschew a tofu waffle. My wife’s an Eiffel eyeful. I’m getting old! My temperature is colder. My molars need more solder. Soon I’ll need a boulder-holder. My wife seized up. Unfold her! I’m getting old! A More Likely Plot for “Romeo and Juliet” by Michael R. Burch Wont to croon by the light of the moon on a rickety ladder, mad as a hatter, Romeo crashed to the earth in a swoon, broke his leg, had to beg, repented of falling in love too soon. A nurse, averse to his seductive verse, aware of his madness and familial badness, searched for the stiletto in her purse. Meanwhile, Juliet began to fret that the roguish poet (wouldn’t you know it?) had pledged his “love” because of a bet! A gang of young thugs and loutish lugs had their faces engraved on “wanted” mugs. They were doomed to fail, ended up in jail, became young fascists and cried “Sieg Heil!” No tickets were sold, no tickets were bought, because, in the end, it all came to naught. Exeunt stage left. Apologies to España by Michael R. Burch the reign in Trump’s brain falls mainly as mansplain No Star by Michael R. Burch Trump, you're no "star." Putin made you an American Czar. Now, if we continue down this dark path you've chosen, pretty soon we'll be wearing lederhosen. tRUMP is the butt of many jokes.—Michael R. Burch Less Heroic Couplets: Word to the Unwise by Michael R. Burch I wanted to be good as gold, but being good, as I’ve been told, requires something, discipline, I simply have no interest in! Less Heroic Couplets: Shell Game by Michael R. Burch I saw a turtle squirtle! Before you ask, “How fertile?” The squirt came from its mouth. Why do your thoughts fly south? Keywords/tags: light verse, humor, humorous verse, fun, funny, giggle, joy, Trump, Putin, vegan, Keats

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