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A Lucky 99-Percenter




  1. Bud Glory wrote:

    Sir, your poems are wonderful. They’re superbly technically accomplished, intelligent (often ingenious), and genuinely funny in a way that’s witty without being dry. And they’re all written in a casual, deceivingly simple, everyday-man style, a style which is a perfect example of art concealing art. I’m a fellow “poet” of light verse, and, having just discovered your work, I would like to offer you these heartfelt homages:


    They’re weird, they’re grotesque, and I love ‘em,
    From Cadmus Jones down through to Boris;
    And so, when I start thinking of ‘em,
    I hear moaning and groaning in chorus;
    Because, on this day made for lovers,
    We’re going to make love in the free way
    By shrouding ourselves under the covers,
    And having a ten-minus-three way.


    And, in the spirit of your Grammatical Gripes, I’ve written a study in spelling and phonetics:


    It’s odd that cough’s pronounced as “coff”,
    When through’s pronounced like “threw”.
    It makes me think, though I say “troff”,
    Trough might just sound like “true”.

    But that which really vexes me,
    Perplexes me the most,
    Is when an H pairs with hard G—
    Why have an H in “ghost”?


    Monday, February 13, 2012 at 6:45 pm | Permalink
  2. Scott wrote:

    Thanks so much for the compliment, Bud! Love the homages. I’m a sucker for the internal rhyme, so you definitely had me at “vexes/perplexes.” Off to check out your blog now.

    Monday, February 13, 2012 at 7:20 pm | Permalink

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