Here's the haughty elephant,
Won't eat food that's wrapped in cellophant.*
A catered meal is okay,
Like alfalfa or hay,
But most everything else is irrelevant.
The best of them try to abstain
From spirits like rum or champagne,
Which won't give them rabies,
But might lead to babies
Or ailments like gout and colitis.
Or, with this admonition,
A rare skin condition,
Some vets have called pachydermatitis.
*Thank you, Cowardly Lion, from "The Wizard of Oz"
had another bill
which was with frill after frill
heard from high on hill
we sailed to Shallotte
which we had done in big boat
to find place to vote
you should see him smack
which he wanted to have back
also wanting slack
we want a sanction
which would offer persuasion
prevent invasion
Putin a pervert
people he has liked to hurt
did treat them like dirt
My Horn Haiku of the Day
based on Daily News and
Will Smith whose wife has
a skin condition.
I was feeling a bit acrostic, and could not hide my dizain from that silly ekphrasis
skin condition they burned in elegy. So I sent an epigram to the seismology
department, where it registered on the epitaph graph. The ghostly visions of the
etheree spirits dressed in the latest Fibonacci made me wonder if the ghazal of
the African plains might have been held up by a Grook, in spite of the heroic
couplets the gay community presented in support. I checked the reading on the
iambic pentameter, even though it made me late for my kimo treatments. It got
dark, so I used a lanterne that lay about in McWhirtle's yard, and sure enough,
nonet, there was the mother ode!! Ghostly pantoums made me start to believe in
Parallelismus Membrorum, so I got a ticket for the quatrain engineered by the
Mexican revolutionary, Pancho Quintella. But he was busy rubbing Rengay on
his sore limbs.
to be continued