Plain Jane Mrs. Poindexter Perry
Questioned quipster with a quarrelsome query
riling him up, down, on top and around
sappy sarcasm certainly not very sound
tearjerking interrogation turning treacherous
uncontrite interview unequivocally uncourteous
Lee is a humorous jokester, quipster too
A cut up, a prankster, said Kidder Sue
He can bring joy to more than a few
He’ll be here at one, or maybe two
What if we do not like him? Asked Lou
He is as dour as a snowball in the dew
You cannot help yourself said Kidder Sue
She is as optimistic as negative is uncle Lou
Zany insanity,
he’s a buffoon from the moon-
Quipster and hipster,
he’s a complicated pantaloon.
Prankster gangster,
tactless with madness-
Wisecracker and entertainer
is he fun, or full of sadness?
He’s humorous and caddy,
frivolous yet crabby-
Gabby and a chump,
a lark and real tacky.
Life of the party,
wears pants full of smarty-
A cracker-upper,
always late for supper.
You may wonder who I speak of,
this satirist man that could be you-
He’s a practical trickster joker,
from the city of Katmandu.
He seems to be famous,
he may be very acclaimed,
he’s notorious for being a jester,
and Robin Williams is his name!
August 9, 2017
Listen to my nursery rhyme
A tale so regaling, yet sublime
Sated with jester, clown and mime
Riddler along to sanction every, literary crime
Mime to mimic my contorted form
Jester to scuttle every, accepted norm
Clown to mock all that seek to conform
Riddler to meter and rhyme deform
Muse that deadens every line
Stanzas that have no structure or byline
Verse with no purpose or design
Syntax without luster or shine
Scribe with pen so erudite
Quipster all his words to blight
Cantor to sing of convention and rite
Charlatan to make his anthem trite
Story without beginning or end
Chorus that will constantly amend
Regular patterns, meaning to rend
To all readers I now condescend
Oh little quipster
Come dance for me
Embrace upon me
Wit and humor
Hypnotize me
With alluring charm
Unbreakable
Fill your performance
With moments of regret
Whipped and wrenched
Upon my spirit
Do me this favor
One final time
And I shall forget
Your debt to me
Masked trickery within bayou nights
Under the diffusing Dixie lanterns glow
Flowing songs lost within legend and myth
Dancing with a quipster and pierrot
Lovers and friends hidden in masquerade
In sequined illusions and beaded dancing
These candid moments fading into night
Mirroring the revelry of years long past
Bal masque shadows fill the masquerade
Veiled in the fables of uninhibited fantasy
On champagne sidewalks to dance the night
Adorned and costumed in flashes of gold
Legends ruminating in harlequin mists
Those disguised in the colors of fantasy
Every corner filled visions of Mardi Gras
Dancing as jazz bands parade Bourbon Street
Fat Tuesday erupts in New Orleans again.
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