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Signifying Nothing

The political muse has been known to infuse me with verses both sharp and satirical. When conditions are right, I can scale a new height and my doggerel borders on lyrical. When I’m feeling ambitious, my brain gets malicious and sets me more modest parameters. So there’s nothing to do but to open a brew [...]

Roadside Poetry

IF THESE WERE OLDER, SIMPLER TIMES, I’D STILL BE WRITING CHEESY RHYMES. BY DAY, BY NIGHT, I’D TOIL AND SLAVE, COMPOSING SIGNS FOR BURMA-SHAVE.

Burma Shave for Intellectuals

Nietzsche’s frau was not so merry Because her Mensch was über-hairy. –Burma Shave Parmenides was loath to see His stubbly growth could not not-be. –Burma Shave Einstein was no navel-gazer. He often borrowed Occam’s razor. –Burma Shave A rough-cheeked reasoner’s big rant: “I try to score with babes, but Kant!” –Burma Shave Sartre loved madame’s [...]

Doggerel Bard

From the days of Edmund Spenser To the era of Millay, Great poets wrote in rhyming verse, Which then became passé. As the moderns have discovered, When you write of timeless love, You’ve run clean out of rhyme words After using up “above!” A sing-song verse now ranks among The worst poetic sins. But a [...]