Some Clerihews To Make Jack Laugh Or Scoff

Jack Ellison wasn't from Nantucket I read prose that his cleaning lady had a nice bucket But he vowed to look in silence quite as a mouse For fear of sleeping in the perpetual doghouse PD, appears and disappears like whoodini I have seen the poems where she's a meanie She also wrote about trading seeds for a donkey She could have just as easily traded seeds for her monkey Thephilosopher, what a silly nick indeed He would trade if he only had a seed A good monkey he could certainly use Or would the ass he choose? I would write about a Star I once knew But from sight has she flew Entering contest after contest without fail A questionable close here could lead to hell Wayland Bunch mentioned afore He often rambles and can bore His idea of humor often misconstrued If he were a famous writer he'd be sued There is a poet here named gigno What is up with him though Commenting with three exclamations Does he think they equal explanations? The Gaijin, clerihew after clerihew he did write He gave up being Haijin, mostly out of spite Who wants to write only three lines of poetry, he mopes Haikus are for dopes (haha, that one should draw some attention) He's called NietzscheThePhilosipher on Mocospace Beware moco is a dirty dirty place He went there often just to chat But found out that perversion was the welcome mat The boy from Texas wasn't scared though He heard much worse, although he says it aint so One time or two he wrote a clerihew Becareful lest the next clerihew be about you He read Jack's quatrains almost everday They were medicine to the soul he would say Maybe vodka to the inhibitions explains it best If not, he'll just drink the vodka and forget the rest I think I should mention Linda once more I won't even write what you think, I don't need the war I live by peace for all, that's the key What happens if this last line contains piece and monkey (hahahaha)