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       Don't Go Breaking My Art
           - an anti-dadaist poem

   Avant!  Dada, you anarchists of verse,
   Do not touch my lovely ryhmed words.
   Your kooky chaos strives to make them worse
   So stay away, you unpoetical nerds.

   Unhand my trochees, my stanzas and that dactyl
   Do not even think of walrus prune.

   It cannot tickle foozball quandary

   meatloaf CivIL uNRESt
   groveling dental FLOSS.

   MurkY shoelacepeach pitsinewytrashcanlid

   Tisn't poetry, so who needs it anyway?

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Death Be Not Silly

Oh Death be not silly,
When ye come for me,
Do not use a hand buzzer
Nor a cushion of Whoopee.

Fearsome Death show dignity,
And remove those Groucho glasses;
Tis far better that you scare
Than entertain the masses

Make you not those corny puns,
Nor giggle at my life's surcease,
You goofy Reaper, just knock it off -
And let me rest in peace.

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The Wedding Day


  
O for a muse of espresso
   Or perhaps picant� sauce instead,
   Or somesuch fiery brew
   To bring forth a verse of worth to grace the Wedding Day.

   I am not a mime, this joyous time I cannot capture
   Pretending to be imprisoned in a box.
   Nor may I toodle upon a bugle and in that tiny honk
   Evoke the feast of flavorful food nor the flurch of fabulous flowers.

   The festive flock of friends - gathered as ripened mangoes
   Plucked from the both far and not - frolicking all together . . .
   Oh, what oily painting or chisel�d sculpture could grasp
   Their fevered footsteps flailing in most righteous boogie?

   Nor could I pick up colored crayons
   And in a waxy scribble or two (or three) preserve
   The wedding cake, like a ziggurat of white chocolate without sand,
   Even if I had the big box with sixty four colors.

   A Novel would take too long, so that�s out.

   Bride, oh beauteous bride, beside the grinning groom,
   Your love together it is like epoxy, whose bond is mighty and fast drying.
   As my Muse to me did, thus I to them and thee this boon fling:
   Long life, true love, great joy, to you as man and wife,

   And the ability to recognize good poetry when you read it.
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