Like two paynim peas in a pod,
their scurvy color
lipslick scheme is sour green
Got beady black eyes
scam shady —
A graft gaze that squints bifurcated focus
from hocus-pocus pupils;
whose tainted teal look-see, aperture con-fidence teach
a vulture view!
Crafty condor blinkers reflect
cunning thoughts
with a subtil snake-oil sheen
The scales of their subliminal deception
weighs silver speak fugazi
forge fraught
Cheating and conniving is the gold hush standard
of the blarney barker bling-bling
And cheator ear worms
dig every electromagnetic crypt-ic message
that the swindle Svengali sing-sing
Cabbage cheater chants
grow robber root rancor on the
dire dark,
underbelly dusk horizon
Them pickpocket pants,
pig feet parlance,
taste liquidity legume leper-con unlucky
on welsh rabbit tongues
01-12-22
Two fair lassies, Mary Lou and Betty Sue
Took a stroll in the woods of Honolu
Got lost, of course; they had no clue
When -- oops! -- they bumped into
Winnie the Pooh and Tigger too
Wouldn't you know it? They fell in love
As skies grew ever-blacker above
Pooh-bear and Tigger took the girls' hands
Led them to familiar land
How grand!
Where'd they go?
How'd they get there?
You'd ask, of course. They rode on the back
Of Mr. Ed, the horse, who saw them back
to Honolu: Mary Lou and Betty Sue
Winnie-the-Pooh and Tigger too
And what'd they do in old Honolu?
They up and married -- said "I do"
Feasting on fresh Welsh rabbit stew
Followed by cantaloupe and honeydew
melon, that is, for Winnie-the-Pooh
You may rightly wonder how this
turned out -- Young lassies marrying
a Pooh-bear and a Tigger so stout
...Well, I've got extremely
pleasant news for you
Mary Lou and Betty Sue just loved
to cook Welsh rabbit stew, with
cantaloupe and honeydew... so
they all lived to the ripe old age
of 102!
And now this fairy tale's
quite rightly through
January 30, 2019
When I ordered Welsh Rabbit, a rabbit was not included.
The restaurant ripped me off, that was what I concluded.
All that I was served was some cheese on toast.
I soon learned that the chef wasn't a nice host.
I wanted a rabbit and that was what I demanded.
He threw me out the door because he said I needed to be reprimanded.
I was upset at that chef so I decided to enter his restaurant again.
When he was through, I thought they'd have to call my next of kin.
He burned my butt with his stove and hit my head with a frying pan.
I soon learned that when that chef gets riled, he's a dangerous man.
If you order Welsh Rabbit at his restaurant and ask for a rabbit, he will say no.
And for your own safety you should leave his restaurant peacefully, just let it go.