The hunting of Boojumous Snark,
It ain't but no kind of a lark.
It's best to wear lead,
From toes to the head,
And aim 'twixt the eyes with a quark.
Colonoscopy
Colonoscopy,
strikes dread. It’s not too bad - when
Colon trouble free.
Jules Verne-like travel,
up your ****, spelunking through
strange, pink-ridged caverns.
Hunting for the snark,
or boojum, or polyp, who
feasts, darkly, in there.
Snipety-snap - jaws,
polyp-snatch; dragging from view,
miscreant tissue.
Pathology dock -
destined. Tried in the morning,
suspected malign.
Tried.. judged innocent.
Callooh! callay! It vanished
softly — my boojum.
Cup Of Worry
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Go now
Borrow my buggy
Go by moon or fog
For no crow or rook pry
Go upon your own
Bury my boojum cup
No burrow nor form
No rock nor bog
Vow young boy
Bury my worry
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