Dear Super Man,
My name is Blippen Snickel
of Duessie Commonens. I seek your knowledge
of the CODA Atonal Scale Laser. Which will be
sent to the planet Mars, on the Rocketship Trissel
WL 20S. Might Black Manta and Solomon Grundy
have there way. Dearest Superman one would warn
you that green Kryptonite is used to power the
Fissen Fussulant, were Blue Kryptonite may have
been used since it is most potent in it's use in this
application. Why did these scientist want green
Kryptonite: but only to exclude you from meddling
into there affairs.
Around the Equator of Mars
a Two Mile deposit of
ice-water have been found
under the surface.
It has been said that if it melted
it would completely cover the surface
of the Red Planet 1.5 to 2.7 meters deep.
The Gamma 22 device with the Blue Crrystalant Amplifier will create a Martain Water world. There The Legion of Doom shall introduce the meanest and Vilest creature from every corner of the known and unknown universe.
Dear Superman have you the courage to be there?
Sincerly Yours
Mr. Blippen Snickel
"Aka the Doomenater"
Categories:
grundy, analogy, fantasy, film, money,
Form: Bio
He asked for the table behind
the women in the Parades of Zion
Aucilery He sat there for an hour
Ordering dessert first, then a soup
and three large steaks. When I came
to fill his coffee cup I noticed a device
with lights all around it, the number
3013 kept flashing on the screen.
The ladies Aucilery order two large trays
of grapes, cheeses, cured ham, and cressaunts.
They sat there for hours cackling like hens,
until Ms. CLA board came in about the news
of Superman and Solomon Grundy. The well
Dressed gentleman and his two bodyguards
Than left. They lefted two hundred dollar bills
the meal was only $70.55; that's a great tip!
Categories:
grundy, love, music, myth, mythology,
Form: Bio
Hullo, folks!
Do you hear me?
You didn’t hear me when I was dying.
At least hear me now, when I’m dead and buried.
I am, as you know, Jinesh,
Buried here—in this churchyard at Poonthura,
Buried on Sunday—
Like Solomon Grundy!
I did hear you when you were crying—
During the recent floods,
Rushed to your help,
Saved more than a hundred of you.
You all praised me, called me a hero,
Lined the street I lived in
With posters, flex boards, banners and whatnot.
Now you all know that I, as a pillion rider,
Was hit by a passing truck,
Which further ran over my helping hands,
Crushing them—
Thus, adding grievous injury to injury!
I lay there on the roadside,
Crying aloud for help,
Which fell on your deaf years:
You were all busy, all in a nervous hurry—
Off to Timbuktu!
I wept and cried for help, by turns.
But I was left there to die unwept and unsung,
Though I had been honoured.
Now you all may say: RIP
But, you see, I remain restless!
***
Categories:
grundy, 9th grade, death, grief,
Form: Elegiac Lyric
When Merit Pay Would Save Money
By Elton Camp
Miss Grundy’s the best teacher at school
Yet paid no more than its biggest fool
If he has the same experience and degree
How that’s fair is nearly impossible to see
Her work’s interesting & academically sound
The failed coach is the biggest dunce around
He rambles about sports day after day
Really, all he’s doing is stealing his pay
Taxpayers must wait for him to expire
Or ride the system until he can retire
The state legislature merit pay won’t permit
It might cost more, they say and have a fit
Miss Grundy is joining a growing move
Politicians their worth for pay should prove
If, on merit, those worthies receive their pay
Millions of dollars would saved every day
Categories:
grundy, humor,
Form: Rhyme
Solomon Grundy, Solomon Grundy,
sniffer of glue, when offered, on Monday.
The Tuesday was hash, a whopping great spliff;
on Wednesday took coke, a generous sniff.
For Thursday some crack, the dodgiest brand,
and Friday’s dope needle was quite second-hand.
When Saturday came, a massive OD;
on Sunday it ended, this hedonist spree.
In spite of the blurb you find on a packet,
right up to the end, he thought he could hack it!
~
For Debra's 'Nursery Rhyme' Competition.
Categories:
grundy, health, time,
Form: Verse