Monday, August 19, 2019

Wrong Error Limerick

Surnaming

There once was a fellow named Pound
Who hated his surnaming sound.
"Pound of what?" he would query.
"Pound of naught," he'd then very
Quick teach them such nonsense to ground.

A pound of nothing's a lot to waste.

Sunday, August 18, 2019

But the sun also sets

The Sun Also Rises
I once heard old Hemingway ponder
If his job closed him out from up yonder,
But I figure if Pound
Can rise up from the ground,
So can Papa's sun rise up to wander.

Yes, I know I reworked a poem from down below, but so what? Moreover, the changes come largely due to misheard lyrics, i.e., creative misunderstanding!

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Saturday, August 17, 2019

Whose site are you on?

Pound Unbound

There once was a poet named "Pound,"
Who ought better have been called "Hell-Bound,"
For he came from up over
And was surely no rover,
But straight went to hell-work as God's hound!

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Friday, August 16, 2019

Everyone has some talent . . .

Nuthin' But a Hound-Dog!
They treated poor Pound like a hound
When they tossed him deep into that pound!
Barking mad was he labeled,
But he's just differently abled,
And can fetch any stick thrown around!

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Thursday, August 15, 2019

Pound for Pound Underground Limerick

Resurrection
I once heard a heavyweight ponder
If his job closed him out from up yonder,
But I figure if Pound
Can rise up from the ground,
Then that boxer can rise with ease fonder!

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Wednesday, August 14, 2019

Another Great Limerick!

The Bounder!
There once was a madman called "Pound,"
Or so seemed with officials around,
But when they were out,
Was his madness in doubt,
For swift was it gone with a bound!

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Tuesday, August 13, 2019

No Limerick to Tickle Your Fancy?

I don't want to constantly 'pound' on Ezra, so here's a non-Ezra-pounding limerick:
Deadwood Lime
I once had a wood rick or two,
Till a big log fell onto my shoe,
While my foot was still in it,
Such a foot-pound ill bent it,
And left me a lime rick to do!

Inspired by Puns that Tickle Only the Eye . . .

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Monday, August 12, 2019

Another Limerick

Round Rime
There once was a man name of "Pound,"
Whose head was entirely round.
You wanted to smash it,
And thresh it and thrash it,
Until it was bumpy all 'round.

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Sunday, August 11, 2019

Limerick, Too

Pound this Proud One

There once was a fellow named "Pound,"
Who preferred that imperial sound,
For a sixteen-ounce surname
Makes four-fifty-gram sure fame,
If it's big as all that, I have found.

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Saturday, August 10, 2019

Limerick Today!

Because everybody loves a limerick:

Misdiagnosis?
There once was a fellow named "Pound,"
Whose name boomed Imperial sound,
But as Modernist poet,
Loath was he to show it,
For his mind mental unsound was found.

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Friday, August 09, 2019

Take a Pounding: Take 7

A Parody of Ezra Pound's Parody of the Ancient Anglo-Saxon Poem, "Cuckoo Song":
Pound the Whinger!

Whinger is a-coming in;
Ezra sings, "Cod-damn!"
Cats do drop and dogs do plop
By heaven's hellish hound,
And Ezra sings, "Cod-damn!"

Skittish buss or sloppy buss,
They shiver quick his timber!
But limber sounds like limper, suss,
And Ezra whines, "Remember?"

"Cod-damn, cod-damn!"
Belts out Pound,
To counter whinger's hound.

Sing cod-damn, Pound!
Sing cod-damn, Pound!
Sing cod-damn, Pound!
Cod-damn!
And Zippy the Pinhead asks, "Are we effing there yet?"

And I say, "I think so."

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Thursday, August 08, 2019

Pounding Pound: Take 6

A Growing Parody of Ezra Pound's Parody of the Ancient Anglo-Saxon Poem, "Cuckoo Song":
Pound the Whinger!

Whinger is a-coming in;
Ezra sings, "Cod-damn!"
Cats do drop and dogs do plop
By heaven's hellish hound,
And Ezra sings, "Cod-damn!"

Skittish buss or sloppy buss,
They shiver quick his timber!
But limber sounds like limper, suss,
And Ezra whines, "Remember?"

"Cod-damn, cod-damn!"
Belts out Pound, "Cod-damn!"
To counter whinger's hound.

Sing cod-damn, Pound!
Sing cod-damn, Pound!
Sing cod-damn, Pound!
Cod-damn!
And Zippy the Original Pinhead asks, "Are we there yet?"

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Wednesday, August 07, 2019

Pound vs. Pound: Take 5

A Parody of Ezra Pound's Parody of the Ancient Anglo-Saxon Poem, "Cuckoo Song":
Pound the Whinger!

Whinger is a-coming in;
Ezra sings, "Cod-damn!"
Cats do drop and dogs do plop
By heaven's hellish ram,
And Ezra sings, "Cod-damn!"

Skittish buss or sloppy buss,
They shiver quick his timber!
But limber sounds like limper, suss,
And Ezra whines, "Remember?"

"Cod-damn, cod-damn!"
Belts out Pound, "Cod-damn!"
To counter whinger's ram.

Sing cod-damn, Pound!
Sing cod-damn, Pound!
Sing cod-damn, Pound!
Cod-damn!
And Zippy the Pinhead asks, "Are we there yet?"

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Tuesday, August 06, 2019

Pound for Pound: Take 4

A Parody of Ezra Pound's Parody of the Ancient Anglo-Saxon Poem, "Cuckoo Song":
Pound the Whinger!

Winter is a-coming in;
Ezra sings, "Cod-damn!"
Cats do drop and dogs do plop
By heaven's hellish ram,
And Ezra sings, "Cod-damn!"

Skittish buss or sloppy buss,
They shiver quick his timber!
But limber sounds like limper, suss,
And Ezra whines, "Remember?"

"Cod-damn, cod-damn!"
Belts out Pound, "Cod-damn!"
To counter winter's ram.

Sing cod-damn, Pound!
Sing cod-damn!
Sing cod-damn, Pound!
Sing cod-damn!
And Zippy the Pinhead asks, "Are we there yet?"

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Monday, August 05, 2019

Pound's Whine-ter: Take 3

A parody of Ezra Pound's Parody of the Ancient Anglo-Saxon poem, "Cuckoo Song":
Pound's Whine-ter

Winter is a-coming in;
Ezra sings, "Cod-damn!"
Cats do drop and dogs do plop
By heaven's hellish ram,
And Ezra sings, "Cod-damn!"

Skittish buss or sloppy buss,
They shiver quick his timber!
But limber sounds like limper, suss,
And Ezra whines, "Remember?"

"Cod-damn, cod-damn!"
Belts out Pound, "Cod-damn!"
To counter winter's ram.

Sing cod-damn, damn! Sing cod-damn!
Sing cod-damn! Sing cod-damn, damn!
Still needs work?

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Sunday, August 04, 2019

Pound's Whine-ter

A parody of Pound's parody of the Anglo-Saxon poem, "Cuckoo Song":
Pound's Whine-ter

Winter is a-coming in;
Ezra sings, "Cod-damn!"
Cats drop and dogs plop
By heaven's hellish ram.
Ezra sings, "Cod-damn!"

Skittish buss or sloppy buss,
They shiver quick his timber;
But limper sounds like limber.
Ezra whines, "Remember!"

"Cod-damn, cod-damn,"
Pound belts out, "Cod-damn!"
Against cold winter's bam.

Sing cod-damn, damn, sing cod-damn.
Sing cod-damn, sing cod-damn, damn!
Still needs work . . .

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Saturday, August 03, 2019

Stupid Song, Cheaper by the Pound

Cold Cat-and-Dog Rain

Winter is a-coming in;
Ezra sings "Cod-damn!"
Cats drop and dogs plop
By heaven's hellish lamb!
Ezra sings "Cod-damn!"

(More under dashed line.)

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Friday, August 02, 2019

Sport?

According to some dictionary that I located online, the word "sport" used to mean an amorous dalliance of lovemaking. . . but that meaning is an obsolete one now.

Just as well. I never was very athletic, anyway.

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Thursday, August 01, 2019

A Friend is Gone . . .

My friend Kent Davy died of cancer this week on the 29th of July, just 8 minutes past midnight. He was only 69, too young for a man to die these days.

Rest in peace, Kent. As I once quipped, you were my best friend in this Seoul world . . .

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