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Epigram #90:
PUN
A sojourn brief
Less words purge grief.
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
08 May 2015
Singapore
When Toby removed to Paree
The people all called him Tobee.
“That’s not me,” he’d plead,
Then finally concede
To be, not to be not, Tobee.
A cowgirl got bucked off her horse
And flew through the air with some force
A prickly pear
Caught her right where
A lack of chaps caused her remorse!
He said he was on quite a spree.
I asked what his next crime would be.
I meant it in jest,
As you’ve probably guessed,
But he took me literally.
Pun
Wit suns
On the run
Spring
Now flings
Watch time sing
Face
Each trace
In sure space
Leon Enriquez
13 September 2015
Singapore
A lot of the limericks I’ve known
Were composed for adult ears alone.
I guess that applies
To this one likewise,
If the final word makes you all grown.
ahhh...
open-eons
of...
open-yawns
oh! pen yon
as...
opinions
of...
'oh-pun-onions'
now...
open eons
of...
open yawns
are as...
open-onions
stan sand
Cal Flitter dumps litter in haste,
Ms Witherspoon savors the taste
of fast food, she'll throw
trash out her window.
Cal or Reese are just bad for the waste.
Written 23 Nov 2020
In "A Christmas Carol" by Charles Dickens
there are four notable ghosts or apparitions;
and of that quartet of wondrous ghosts
the Ghost of Christmas Presents is the one I like the most!
She wanted to soar
On high like a dove
He wanted a wife
Who fit like a glove
She made her choice
When push came to shove
And soon came to be
Nun of the Above!
©MMXVII Rico Leffanta
Paronomasia
Rhetoric usage—
A pun, a true play on words!
Shades of confusion . . .
Ditto sounds, other meanings . . .
Phonetic pun poetic!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
July 28, 2018 (Tanka)
The Higgs observation just ran up the score on
Mere mortals who can’t understand what it shows; on
Attempting, I feel like both bozo and moron,
Which makes me relieved that they call it the boson.
Don’t take for granite who you are
Just be a little boulder
Remember that you’re made of stars
And someday when you’re older
You may be a marble statue
That the pebbles gaze upon
And the world shale marvel at you
And of quartz you will rock on.
Show me yours
And I will show you mine
Can I interest you in a game of Doctors and Nurses
Can I interest you in something purple
To tickle you pink
What do you think?
Am I wetting your lip's
With my pun's and quips
Or do you just think
I have had far to much to drink
We had a most horrid schoolteacher,
And us children did all hate her,
She’d shout at us for no real reason,
And threaten to see us later,
She had a dip on a Florida trip,
And was swallowed by an alligator,
But only crocodile tears were shed,
‘Cos we were all just … gladiator!
WHO SOURED THE SOUP?
blog trolls
blowholes
bloggers
cloggers
daft clown
sad frown
a nerd
absurd
intense
pretense
Miss Putz
she's nuts
old goose
obtuse
one jerk
does lurk
sick dude
so rude
soup pun
such fun
March 20, 2017
Jan's Footles Contest
Andrew was a wealthy lawyer's son
Began each day with his morning runs
Circumstantial evidence
Disguised as benevolence
Etches daily naughty legal puns
AP: 3rd place 2025, 3rd place 2022
Submitted on January 9, 2019 for contest LIMERICK II sponsored by JOSEPH MAY - RANKED 4TH
There was man who liked to pun, F Thinking it was tremendous fun,
He said he would dye
Which made his wife cry, But his bright red hair made her run.
Watch that crisp pun
Hurl a brief run
Watch that fine wit
Odd chime that fits
Watch that calm poise
Sketch a warm choice
Watch that glimpse deep
Come as you sleep
Watch that pain paint
Odd feel and taint
Watch that you see
What yet may be
Leon Enriquez
20 July 2018
Singapore
Stray words
In the windy breeze
Now heard
In a gentle squeeze
Soft sounds
In the bamboo pines
Now ground
In stray breezy lines
Sweet strains
In the rustling leaves
Speak plain
In green windy brief
Soft moans
In the tensile twirl
Leaves groan
In the whizzy swirl
Leon Enriquez
17 January 2015
Singapore
In Plato’s cave the poppies grow
Enchantingly, it seems:
A soothing, soporific show
Of mesmerizing dreams.
In Plato’s cave the roosters crow
And proudly call the sun.
They preen and strut and claim to know
Its fiery light, each one.
The poppies grow, the roosters crow,
Though shadows on a rock.
We call this only world we know
The Cave of Poppycock.
i would love to have the chance to ask the dog star are you Sirius?
John Tirious won't tell people his daughter's name it's Miss Tirious
if i were fuzzy wuzzy and lost all my hair i'd be furrious
when songwriters erase are they "decomposing" or "delyrious"?
[i should know better than to dabble in such puns, after all i am a groan man]
There is no pun under the sun that I’m ashamed of making
For once on the run the silliest pun can set the Earth to quaking
It’s not from the laughter it’s not from the heart that makes a pun so fun
It’s the flight of the run that makes the pun fun
And now it’s begun under the sun
This silly notion from down by the ocean
That a ton of fun doth come from the pun
Like a skeletal skunk
You no longer make scents
You are a rotten moose
No longer worth a buck
Your opinions are like a dead bird
Dreadful and completely fowl
The only thing you have of worth
Is deep inside the soil
Maybe if you bury yourself
A new root may uncoil
If you somehow spring new roots
Like a dead owl I would still give not two undead hoots
When Hugh and Ron got drunk together
and pissed a lake of mighty size,
their eery neighbor also spilled it
and let his eery waters rise.
By far superior was another
with depths of thirteen hundred feet.
His superiority was awesome
which Hugh, Ron, Eery couldn’t beat.
Below them lay Ontario Lago,
a bloke whose name is not much fun
because no matter how I turn it
I can’t create a lakey pun.