Long Mortimer Poems

When Mortimer Manders collapsed in the street,
his daughter, Muriel, was with him.
Though now seventy-five,
he’d continued to thrive,
in spite of the irregular rhythm

his heart was now keeping.  But this was quite grave.
He hit the hard...

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Life Of The Imagination

Imagination has never had a bath or shower
It does not know of soap
Plays with itself for hours
Hanging from a rope
Hopes for handouts
There are no places it can’t go
In dirty crevasses in dark...

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Jackson the Pug and a Squirrel named Spike
went trick or treating on Halloween,
when the came to the old house on Mortimer street
and they swore they had heard a scream,

That vacant old house, for fifty some...

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Loosely based on the movie Arsenic and Old Lace.
I’m sure you’ll excuse the rambling for that is what
the movie was like — an adrenal rush of dark and crazy!

Teddy Roosevelt: “Bully for you.”

BULLY FOR POISON

no...

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“Love wishes to perpetuate itself. 
Love wishes for immortality”. -  Mortimer Adler


I feel my soul is carried away by the tide of time
from my being transiently rooted in the present
to the distant desolate island...

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Our friendship is our pride, 
Boundless love story, 
Extraordinary rhapsody, 
Metaphorically not satirically, 
Chronological not nostalgically..
Our costumes consume cost...
This is not fanciful is factuality 
Just like classical literature stories/movies, 
So our friendship unfold ..

Not like...

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Why the Cat Purrs

There once was a Persian Pussycat
Who always loved to pounce
He relished skittering, squeaking mice
That he munched on by the ounce

One day a mouse named Mortimer
Cried: “I’m no tasty treat!
You’ll surely hate my...

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I'd like to take this opportunity to express a full measure of sympathy
To the family of the late Mortimer Snurd, an amputee whose plight moved us 
  to gimpathy
And to his wife Anabelle Fofoofnik...

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Death is at your doorway, the reaper nears, cloaked in darkness,

His essence veiled. He knows your time is close at hand.

How now shall you meet Azrael? He is transported across the mortimer,

The sea of the...

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If you have ever been mobbed by mice 
You will not easily forget it.
There is a certain smell they have
Their fur is a texture you will never forget
As long as you live

They can put perfume...

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I’m the guy, who bought the house,
Well more than one in fact,
I bought the others with my mouse,
Online while snorting smack!
The deals were easy, I felt good,
Power in my veins, 
My broker on the other...

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Inventing a fountain pen that writes under whipped cream.
That’s what Moe and Larry were doing in Shemp’s dream.
Uncle Mortimer would not let Shemp pass through heaven’s gate.
Moe and Larry were being pretty bad boys as...

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