Repugnant Pugilist,
A Lummox dim with a rubble fist.
Rock to Roc’s Feather.
A Stalwart Rook to blotted weather.
An over armored Savant slain by adhoc ether.
Hands empty without effort.
That sweet and Sable Rune.
Opening the Gates of Nether.
A closer look at a fantastic word
And no, I’m not talking in bafflegab
To not repeat this speak is just absurd
To absquatulate like a fracas herd
Throw a foofaraw over a little jab
A closer look at a fantastic word
A uni-brow is a glabella furred
And whirligigs hung too slapdash to grab
To not repeat this speak is just absurd
Scuttlebutt schlepped to sassafras by bird
Skedaddle from a skirmish of stone crab
A closer look at a fantastic word
A quibble over razzmatazz occurred
Doohickey from a lummox, easy nab
To not repeat this speak is just absurd
So scrumdiddlyumptious I may have slurred
Like tintinnabulation, it’s not drab
A closer look at a fantastic word
To not repeat this speak is just absurd
We've been thinking how Crayolas come in a box
Because we hear they've been compared to a lummox
That's a funny thought, a mystery, and a flummox,
But we know red is the most used because it rocks!
Could be its gender-related that girls choose blue
Boys opt for black. Do they have a somber view?
Jenna always says, "Put it back when you're through."
Milt presses too hard leaving them broken in two.
Pink is not Milt's color. It's not his preferred hue.
He prefers earthy tones, like brown and bamboo
While Jenna seems to favor a deep shade of green,
Like dew on mountain grasses, with a glossy sheen.
We use orange for the sun. It's always plausible,
but avoid using the purple, whenever possible.
Milt doesn't have clothes in that shade of color,
For a boxful of thirty-six, we'd trade for our cruller!
Asking why boxes don't have the color bronze?
Milt was told, “You're dumb as a box of crayons!”
He looked at that guy like he didn't have a clue...
Laughing, Jenna said, "He has a crayon’s IQ."
A Collaboration with Milt Hankins
It was fun writing with you.
We've been thinking how Crayolas come in a box
Because we hear they've been compared to a lummox
That's a funny thought, a mystery, and a flummox,
But we know red is the most used because it rocks!
Could be its gender-related that girls choose blue
Boys opt for black. Do they have a somber view?
Jenna always says, "Put it back when you're through."
Milt presses too hard leaving them broken in two.
Pink is not Milt's color. It's not his preferred hue.
He prefers earthy tones, like brown and bamboo
While Jenna seems to favor a deep shade of green,
Like dew on mountain grasses, with a glossy sheen.
We use orange for the sun. It's always plausible,
but avoid using the purple, whenever possible.
Milt doesn't have clothes in that shade of color,
For a boxful of thirty-six, we'd trade for our cruller!
Asking why boxes don't have the color bronze?
Milt was told, “You're dumb as a box of crayons!”
He looked at that guy like he didn't have a clue...
Laughing, Jenna said, "He has a crayon’s IQ."
[a collaboration with Jenna Logan]
Written August 19, 2022
A Spoof
About The Ammo Box
By: Miracle Man
1/6/2021
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I’ve an ammo box that we’ve given away,
*to Daisy & Cash, it’s contents we convey.
I’ve looked at this Ammo box for years,
now, looking inside, I’m bordering tears.
Hoisting its weight gave this geezer spells,
for I thought it was housing shotgun shells.
Now, I sit feeling like a fatigued lummox,
for ammunition is usually in an ammo box.
Seems each day’s a game of hide and seek.
since pandemic boredom induced me to peek.
*Box contained 30 rolls of new state quarters.
You say that they say that the way
To men's hearts is through their stomachs?
Well, that may be -- if the man is a lummox!
But I know a way that's a much better way -
Just give him your heart...and take his away!
How the police acted was a terrible thing
to that unsuspecting citizen named Rodney King.
What they did on that video was definitely not right.
I don’t blame you for getting up to fight.
This incident has caused rioting through the night.
Well, we are no strangers to states of war.
My family had to endure it some two generations before.
They all went through a living hell
when those communists crossed the thirty-eighth parallel.
After the fighting stopped, they left Seoul, Korea.
My mother and father settled down here in America.
They opened a store right here in Los Angeles.
We have been living decently because of this.
If you try to loot my store, I give you fair warning.
We will defend our property all night until morning.
Attempt it, and your soul will be bound for heaven.
I will give you a taste of my Magnum three fifty-seven.
We can take care of ourselves. It won’t be hard
There is no need for the police or National Guard.
Do you know what we can do to any foolish lummox?
We can have you shipped to Pyongyang in a pine box.
In my spotless kitchen when I turned
on the light, there's this ambulatory inkspot
scuttling from sight. Dare I name it?
even the name is ugly. Roach, penultimate
horror, black and bug-ly. I'm a swat team
of the broom and spray bottle Clorox for
the odorous demise of this miniscule lummox.
Uneducated insect, he deserved to die,
didn't even try to move up in evolution,
become part of the solution. I wish this fate
for all of his ilk, as I sit "sans" remorse
to read Silk-o, Momaday, and Rilke.
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