Their clueless inane fangs of reed
Strive to bite what's made of steel;
Deriding the stronger sinew of virtue
They cling onto feeble foibles untrue.
To headache more reasonable head
Is the very principal aim they're bred...
These pithy bothersome numbskulls
Coined with dimmest grasp that lulls.
The dentist’s poised wearing his gown
I’m anxious, my face wears a frown
He’ll pull out my tooth
(Assisted by Ruth)
I’m thankful my panties are brown!
He powered up his dental drill
The noise from it made me feel ill
Bad tooth he requires
He’ll pull it with pliers
Then present me with a huge bill
Of dental issues I’m now wary -
I find gum injections quite scary
I should have asked Ruth
To save my bad tooth
For redemption with the tooth fairy!
I only wish my appointment had been at tooth hurty and not at 5pm!
06/28/21
Several sirens singing on the shore
Called Calypso’s crew for them to adore.
Willing witless wanderers;
Oblivious obeyers,
Which waves washed through a rocky tidal bore.
Svelte sisters sieved the sailor’s gore
That the salty surging sea cast ashore.
Boiling briny blunderers
With olive oil and oysters
And feasting until they could eat no more.
Witless Willy Speaks
Perhaps I’ll join a monastery
Or just dog paddle out to sea
By the neck a swinging free
But I don’t really want to
Perhaps I’ll get upon her goat
Perhaps I’ll swim the plurry moat
But canna find the bloody boat
So I don’t really wanna
Perchance perforce
I’m kicked by horse
But still I’ll go a riding
Sucking wine lovely source
The goat gives me a hiding
Alas alack I cannot crack,
The code of her enrapture,
Those breasts n figure, so divine,
Drifting past in matchless, time
But my brain still needs the rapture
Don Johnson 22-may-11
Witless Willy
5 lines i'm told will fit alright
but words they fail to fit just right
slap under the ear2 spark the wit
but will witless Willy manage it
dodge pelicans tonight
Don Johnson
When things go white
5 lines down
SURVIVAL OF THE WITLESS
— James Ph. Kotsybar
When fire, water, earth and air were thought
to be the elementals that composed
all matter, folks did not become distraught
at what avant-garde chemists then proposed.
Most understand that our world is a sphere
(with only one natural satellite);
no matter where folks sail they do not fear
they’ll reach Earth’s edge and fall into the night.
Most even have embraced that time’s not fixed
and have adopted relativity.
So why should folks’ beliefs remain so mixed
about evolution’s activity?
Abundant evidence supports this view,
yet institutions argue it’s not true.
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