The Famous Biro

 

Yesterday I chance to meet
a rather famous biro,
the former pen, or so it claimed,
of one Robert de Niro.

 

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Poem by Jonathan Robinson (c) 2012

Pics from here and here

Blow your own Trumpet

If you wish in this world to advance,
Your merits you're bound to enhance,
   You must stir it and stump it,
   And blow your own trumpet,
Or, trust me, you haven't a chance!

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W.S.Gilbert cited from OBCV 1994, p184
Pic from here

Lycanthropy

There's something about lupine saliva
that gets everyone one up in a lather
if for some reason you should get bit
you'll be a werewolf in half a minute
and if once you've turned you then gnaw another fellow
pretty soon he will swoon and cease to be so mellow;

And there is no cure for being a werewolf or so I've heard
but such defeatism is rather absurd
it seems to follow in line with reason
that the way to cure a werewolf in any season
is that all a human has to do
is bite a werewolf, and he (or she) will turn into you.

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Poem by Jonathan Robinson (c) 2012

 Thanks to Lunar Cheze for the lovely pic

The Saw-Horse

I rode my saw-horse into town
Clothed only in my dressing gown
It sure was sweet to take the air
And the ladies thought me debonaire
 
But next time I’ll have to take more care
In choosing dapper riding wear
Because my ride it did impair
To get splinters in my derrière

Though for style it was superior
One must not only consider the exterior
For comfort is a category not inferior
Especially as regards one’s posterior

So if you ride your saw-horse into town
Wear not naught but a dressing gown
Or you will be sure to frown
When from your steed you first step down

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Poem by Jonathan Robinson (c) 2012

The rather charming vintage picture from here

Of Insects

The lady whines, then dines; is slapped and killed;
Yet it's her killer's blood which has been spilled.

Brad Leithauser (1953-  ), Between Leaps

God in His wisdom made the fly
And then forgot to tell us why.

Ogden Nash (1902-1971) cited from OBCV 1994, p113

Pic from here