Tuesday, December 10, 2019

Mud and more . . .

Circus Comes to Town
Bold Extra Pound whished the village around,
till his wheels ran deep in the ground,
suggesting some sedimental flood,
or perhaps just thick and glorious mud,
had splattered the town, then gone round, and around, and around, and around . . .

Note the stylistic commas.

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Monday, December 09, 2019

Reworked

Rat Fink Delivers
As Kit Cat called out for a cold one,
Rat flung him a piss-potted pun:
"Good beer makes you smart;
Bad beer makes you f*rt!
And this one made good old Bud wiser and fun!"

Reworked a bit . . .

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Sunday, December 08, 2019

Get Happy

Rat Fink Delivers
As Kit Cat called out for a cold one,
Rat flung him a piss-potted pun.
"Good beer makes you smart;
Bad beer makes you fart!
And this one made good old Bud wiser and fun!"

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Saturday, December 07, 2019

Pound for Pound

Sufficient Grounds
Pound for Pound, Extra Pound
lay his head upon the ground-
up bean,
once green,
but now to roasted, toasted, savory flavor browned.

Could be better?

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Friday, December 06, 2019

Post Meridian, the Long Afternoon of Life

Tough Crowd
That amazing young man known as "Pound"
used to pound out a tough-sh*t-li'l round -
it was crude,
it was rude,
but magnetic in mood, so it won the crowd over, we found.

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Thursday, December 05, 2019

Top of the Morning!

Weasel Words
After plenty mere thought, Extra Pound
thought once more, how he might sound profound:
"Squeeze no weasel," said he,
"Lest it not quite dead be,"
and such was the vice height he found!

There. One of these must be 'write.'

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Wednesday, December 04, 2019

Otherwise and Pop Goes . . .

Weasel Words
After plenty mere thought, Extra Pound
thought again, how he might profound sound.
"Squeeze no weasel," said he,
"Lest it not quite dead be,"
and such was the vice height he found!

Maybe this version is 'badder' . . .

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Tuesday, December 03, 2019

The Academic Concept Termed "Hodges"

This morning, I received an email from some fly-by-night online search engine that calls itself "Academia.edu" and purports to find one's publications and set them in order:
Dear Horace Jeffery,

2,411 new papers that discuss "hodges" have been added to Academia since you last searched for it.
Sounds ridiculous doesn't it? They treat the name "Hodges" as some sort of academic concept to be discussed, not noticing that my own search was for articles I had written.

They also don't realize that most of what they find is just intellectual 'dreck,' often from my blog.

And they offer their services, whose results are usually something I've already seen. They offer (intending that I click it) the message below:
See Papers ▸
They then try to get me to pay if I want to see what they've collected.

So transparent . . .

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Monday, December 02, 2019

Not So Profound, After All?

Weasel Words
After plenty much thought, Extra Pound
thought again, how he might sound profound:
"Squeeze no weasel," said he
"Lest it not quite dead be,"
and such was the vice height he found!

Maybe this version is better . . .

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Sunday, December 01, 2019

Not So Profound as May Sound

Weasel Words
After plenty much thought, Extra Pound
thought again, how he might sound profound:
"Squeeze no weasel," he said,
"Lest it not be quite dead,"
and such was the vice height he found!

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