The Virginia Quarterly Review "The Mutable Past," a memoir collected in FANTASEERS, A BOOK OF MEMORIES by Lewis Turco of growing up in the 1950s in Meriden, Connecticut, (Scotsdale AZ: Star Cloud Press, 2005).
The Tower Journal Two short stories, "The Demon in the Tree" and "The Substitute Wife," in the spring 2009 issue of Tower Journal.
The Tower Journal A story, "The Car," and two poems, "Fathers" and "Year by Year"
The Tower Journal Memoir, “Pookah, The Greatest Cat in the History of the World,” Spring-Summer 2010.
The Michigan Quarterly Review This is the first terzanelle ever published, in "The Michigan Quarterly Review" in 1965. It has been gathered in THE COLLECTED LYRICS OF LEWIS TURCO/WESLI COURT, 1953-2004 (www.StarCloudPress.com).
The Gawain Poet An essay on the putative medieval author of "Gawain and the Green Knight" in the summer 2010 issue of Per Contra.
The Black Death Bryan Bridges' interesting article on the villanelle and the terzanelle with "The Black Death" by Wesli Court as an example of the latter.
Seniority: Six Shakespearian Tailgaters This is a part of a series called "Gnomes" others of which have appeared in TRINACRIA and on the blog POETICS AND RUMINATIONS.
Reinventing the Wheel, Modern Poems in Classical Meters An essay with illustrations of poems written in classical meters together with a "Table of Meters" and "The Rules of Scansion" in the Summer 2009 issue of Trellis Magazine
Miss Pussy's Parlor Songs, Part 25
NATIONAL ENQUIRY
(To the tune of "Where Has My Little Dog Gone?")
Where, oh, where has my dear Pecker gone,
Where, oh where can he be,
With my tale cut short and his friendship quite long,
Where, oh where can he be?
Alas! I fear that my Pecker has flipped
And he's telling stories on me!
My ass is dragging and his tongue has slipped --
Alas and alack! Woe is me!
Where, oh, where has my old Pecker gone,
Where, oh where can he be?
My tale's is unsaved and his safe was quite strong,
Who knows where my sad tale may be?
R. I. P. JOHN MC CAIN
August 29, 1936 - August 25, 2018.
The senator of many terms
Must now become dessert for worms.
No war devoured his flesh or brain,
But his own cells ate John McCain.
FAREWELL TO DONALD TRUMP
Don't insult me, Donald, when I'm gone!
Buddy, though our friendship was never on,
Why not try doing something right
Now and then? Try hard, with all your might.
We're parting, you'll go your way, I'll go mine
I have just this to do
Give a little diss and hope it brings
Little luck to you.
I think it's kind of funny
How with all your money
Your friends are far snd few.
Don't insult me, Donald, when I'm gone
Please don't talk about me, Donny, when I'm gone.
Though our friendship ceases, from now on,
If you can't say anything real nice,
Do not talk at all, is my advice.
We're parting, you'll go your way, I'll go mine.
I have just this to do:
Here's a little diss, I hope it dumps
Lots and lots of shit on you,
But makes no difference how I carry on
Please don't talk about me
Please don't talk about me
Please don't talk about me
Please don't talk about me
Please don't talk about me
Please don't talk about me, Donny,
And don't come to my funeral when I'm gone!
MONKEY BUSINESS
"My language may be kinda clunky,"
Says Ron DiSantis, "but you know,
Voting for Gillum would be to monkey
Up my nomination, so
"Vote for me for Governor
Of Florida, and don't go ape
Over this Black guy! I'm for Trump,
So you're sure I'll never rape,
"'Cuz I can pay for prostitutes,
As my mentor always does,
Fot I'm a Navy lawyer, pal,
Not some Demo-Commie scuz
"Like Andy Gillum -- put him back
In the Tallahassee zoo
Where he belongs with simians,
Not on the streets with me and you."
DONALD TRUMP HOT
Donald Trump hot,
Donald Trump cold,
Donald Trump in a plot
With his gold.
Some like him hot,
Some like him cold,
Most like him in his plot
With his gold.
KAVANAUGH
What's Justice Ginsberg made of?
Sugar and spice
And everything nice --
That's what she is made of.
What is Judge Kavanaugh made of?
Slugs and snails
And old lizard tails --
That's what he is made of.
ANNE OMINOUS
"She bravely grows euonymus
And signs her tripe 'Anonymous.'"
TOME
As Santa admonishes each elf,
"You have nothing to fear but 'FEAR' itself."
LITTLE JEFF SESSIONS
(To the tune of "Little Sir Echo.")
Little Jeff Sessions, find out who wrote
That op-ed piece! (What op-ed piece?) THAT op-ed piece!
Little Jeff Sessions, don't be a goat!
(Won't be a goat) Don't be a goat!
Won't you ever do what I say? (I say!)
YOU say? (YOU say!)
You're a dumb Southern fellow
I know by your voice,
But you never will do as I say! (I say!)
Don't you dare to recuse yourself! (Recuse myself?)
Again! (Again?) Again! (Again?)
Or I will put you back on the shelf!
(The shelf?) YOUR shelf)
(MY shelf?) YOUR shelf.
So you had better do what I say! (I say!)
You're a dumb Southern fellow
I know by your voice,
But you'd better do what I say!
Or else! (Or else?) OR ELSE!
From MISS PUSSY'S PARLOR SONGS by Claudette McFang.
September 08, 2018 in American History, Americana, Commentary, Current Affairs, Epigrams, Epitaphs, Humor & Satire, Literature, Nursery Rhymes, Poetry, Politics, Punography, Song lyrics | Permalink | Comments (0)
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