The Mainely Republican senator Won't let constituents menace her. She'll put on the Court A pro-woman sort Unless he's a Donald Trump creditor.
MANNEQUIN
Maine's Representative Poliquin Won't be interviewed or dare frolic in The media 'cuz They think he's a scuz, But he's merely a standard Republican.
TESTICULAR TESTIFICATION
Did white men grill Anita Hill, Then toss her on the DC landfill? Did they appoint that dumbass Thomas For his lifetime to the SCROTUS? Should Christine Ford just jump aboard The Brahma bull and then get gored? If I were she I'd simply flee.
TRUMP'S HURRICANE
"This is a tough hurricane, One of the wettest we've ever seen From the standpoint of water." (But not from the swimpoint of an otter.)
I DO NOT LOVE THEE
I do not love thee, Donald Trump, I see you and I take a dump -- It hurts because it's such a lump! I do not love thee, Donald Trump!
THE INJUDICIOUS JUDGE
We saw him blow his top, We watched in utter awe As this resentful man Displayed his fatal flaw:
His failure to believe He had a flaw at all From the moment he was born Till we saw him start to bawl.
Poor ickle-wickle Brett! How did we dare accuse This paradigm of law Of trying to amuse
Himself at a high-school party By trying to screw a girl Without her full consent? Far, far too drunk to hurl
Her on the bed and strip Her party clothing off, He let her get away And never got his boff!
He gave his best defense, One he would not allow In his own court of law: "Not guilty then and now!
"That's all you need to know!" Now here we sit in awe Of this unappointable New Justice Kavanaugh!
JUSTICE
Rah, rah, rah! Ha, ha, ha! I am Justice Kavanaugh! Justice Thomas sits near me, Justice Ginsberg on his knee -- Who'll be my gal? Wait and see -- Ha, ha, ha, ha! -- Who she'll be!
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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 Twenty-Six
PART TWENTY-SIX
SUSAN COLLINS
The Mainely Republican senator
Won't let constituents menace her.
She'll put on the Court
A pro-woman sort
Unless he's a Donald Trump creditor.
MANNEQUIN
Maine's Representative Poliquin
Won't be interviewed or dare frolic in
The media 'cuz
They think he's a scuz,
But he's merely a standard Republican.
TESTICULAR TESTIFICATION
Did white men grill Anita Hill,
Then toss her on the DC landfill?
Did they appoint that dumbass Thomas
For his lifetime to the SCROTUS?
Should Christine Ford just jump aboard
The Brahma bull and then get gored?
If I were she I'd simply flee.
TRUMP'S HURRICANE
"This is a tough hurricane,
One of the wettest we've ever seen
From the standpoint of water."
(But not from the swimpoint of an otter.)
I DO NOT LOVE THEE
I do not love thee, Donald Trump,
I see you and I take a dump --
It hurts because it's such a lump!
I do not love thee, Donald Trump!
THE INJUDICIOUS JUDGE
We saw him blow his top,
We watched in utter awe
As this resentful man
Displayed his fatal flaw:
His failure to believe
He had a flaw at all
From the moment he was born
Till we saw him start to bawl.
Poor ickle-wickle Brett!
How did we dare accuse
This paradigm of law
Of trying to amuse
Himself at a high-school party
By trying to screw a girl
Without her full consent?
Far, far too drunk to hurl
Her on the bed and strip
Her party clothing off,
He let her get away
And never got his boff!
He gave his best defense,
One he would not allow
In his own court of law:
"Not guilty then and now!
"That's all you need to know!"
Now here we sit in awe
Of this unappointable
New Justice Kavanaugh!
JUSTICE
Rah, rah, rah!
Ha, ha, ha!
I am Justice Kavanaugh!
Justice Thomas sits near me,
Justice Ginsberg on his knee --
Who'll be my gal? Wait and see --
Ha, ha, ha, ha! -- Who she'll be!
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