A-FINAL-FLOOD'S-FORECAST?
His crystal ball
was a goldfish-bowl,
a tiny carp within.
The tiny carp told
of an age of gold
and many angelfish aswim.
No sharks then,
not even men
walking on the land.
Now the wizard, he
became a merman-of-the-sea
with a wave of wand in his hand.
THE-RIGHT-PROPER-NUT-NO?
At free speech you tut-tut.
Yes you would censor and cut.
Then keep your own mouth tight-shut
like the shell of a nut !
THE-TOP-OF-THE-TOWER-TALE-
SHOUTS-RICHLY-IN-LOVE-CINDERELLA
The pretty glass-like-shoe
from your foot you slip.
He fills it with wine
and takes a sip.
A fairy-godmother
you feel is near.
Is that she who
whispers in your ear?
Is that she who
was the teller
of a classic tale,
you Cinderella?
Was that you who
was to doubt it?
Climb atop a tower
and do now shout it !
WENT-WEST-WILDE'S-
DAMNED-BRILLIANT-WIT
Poets Dorothy Parker
and Ogden Nash,
witty verifiers in
a land of cash, cash, cash.
Now Oscar Wilde,
he journeyed there.
Only his genius
was he to declare.
And when he left
the overawed Americans,
he left behind
some very-witty gems !
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