Pound's Whine-ter: Take 3
A parody of Ezra Pound's Parody of the Ancient Anglo-Saxon poem, "Cuckoo Song":
Pound's Whine-terStill needs work?
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!
Labels: Winter
posted by Horace Jeffery Hodges @ 7:18 AM
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4 Comments:
If you can swing a pickaxe to its rhythm, then it's perfect.
A pickaxe, eh? I think I can borrow one from Trotsky. Last I heard, he had one within arm's reach . . .
Jeffery Hodges
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"A pickaxe, eh? I think I can borrow one from Trotsky. Last I heard, he had one within arm's reach . . ."
(Er, reactionary humor? We've warned you about that before, Hodges.)
Nary a reaction of humor in site . . .
Jeffery Hodges
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