Goofing on a theme; prompted by a FB post.

 

As natural wants lead the mule A natural world works the fool; And what pulled Quasi's will To one light on a hill Was that Es had not one bump but two. 1/17/2015

 

I have half a thought of replacing "natural" with "empirical." But only half.

In an FB conversation about something literary I had started a comment and three paragraphs in realized I had completely forgotten where I was going. So I left it at that, with explanation, and the next day threw up these two. (Yes. World Cup reference.)

 

There once was a point to that writing — Engaging and sporting (no biting), But it's taken its leave And has left me to grieve At its untimely death. When I started, that point had a clue. It Was aimed to an end, trained and true. It's Now not to be found, and I'm fumbling around with My di..aaaaaaoooooohhhhhh screw it.

 

After the above, FB acquantiance David tried his and at limericking (and others with him). This was my contribution to the party. (For reference: most of the first conversations on FB between David and myself had to do with eastern philosophies of poetics.)

 

Good David was trying his hand At the beat of an oom pah (pah) band. But he'd slap the one-twos And the best he could do With the threes was to clap with one hand. 7/2014

Smoking Room Confidential,
or, Now Let Me Get This Straight

 

She skeptically laughed as she took a Material drag on her Hookah. "You cannot get drunk Yet you call it all bunk For it means you're deprived of a pooka???" 5/2014

Ode On the Lunch What I Just Ate

 

Too much were those meatballs I ate, so now I'm oppressed by their weight. But there in their tuppers They so begged to be supper: And with meatballs, I'm quite obligate. 5/9/2013 minor edits 7/8/2014

Lindy

 

I knew a trapeezer named Lindy -- And no, she wasn't a Hindi. An incurable flirt, She'd swing in her skirt! (At least, if it wasn't too windy.) 4/2013

Jane

With Jane, open mikes dredged the well: Her poetics she'd wantonly sell. She'd spread wide her seams for An aster's fourteener, And scrawl for a hack's doggerel.