Buddies,
Below are 9 poemskis I attachd as coments on a post writtn by a bloggr I wont name, who deletd all th posts on her blogski (includin th one to which these poemskis were attachd) in ordr to start afresh. These 9 poemskis were only one haff of a 18-poemski back-n-forth btween me and Atlas Cerise that was truly blistering.
Sadly, theres a kind o humor in th give-n-take that is necesarily lost when only one side o th exchange is presentd. Th one-sidedness gives th impression of a relentless pummeling, which is far less excitin, far less fun, and far less fun-NY than a scrap in which BOFE “combatants” repeatdly end up wit their asses on th canvas.
Me & Atlas have, I thinkski (at th risk o soundin a tad immodest), put on a numbr o cracklin poemin exibitions, and this one here was among th best. Thats why I think that bloggr deletin that post was such a egregious ackt. But prhaps by makin MY side o th exchange accesible, Atlas migt be able to recall th poemskis o HIS that went in btween these ones o mine.
So, wifout furthr adoo, here they are:
#1
Atlas dont believe in God,
But Heaven is a place,
Where he, immersd in many fruits,
Licks cumquat from his face.
#2
Atlas embarkd on a career diabolickle,
Part veterinary & part gynecologickle.
Such joy to all crittrs this Doc Doolittle brung:
He dont quite talk to em, but still uses his tongue.
#3
Atlas flashd a jerky smirk,
Then gave his palms a tap.
And by such brillyant handiwork,
He gave imself th clap.
#4
“Rub by hand this toy o wood,”
Said Santa to th elf.
Atlas says th same dangd thing,
When talkin to imself.
#5
Atlas boycotts Christmas,
And he disses Santas list.
Las year he askd fer Sit-n-Spin,
But all he got was THIS.
#6
Said Atlas, “When shove comes to push,
Id gladly pass up this here bush.
If only I can,
Lose a bone in th hand,
Pursuin two more in th moosh.”
#7
“Try to listn carefully,”
Said Atlas’s girlfriend,
“Im confident that if you do,
Youll get it in th end.
—
“Prhaps my meanin wasnt clear,
And thats th reasn that,
Instead o doin what I said,
You jus beat up my cat.”
#8
Atlas bribed th hotel clerk, presumin some corruption.
“My girl and I woud like a room; and, please, no interruption!”
Alas! Th girls Hawaiian night saw not a small disruption,
Since in her bed th mount had had a premature eruption.
#9
Off came my full diaper,
And as it unfurld,
A fella namd Atlas,
Came inta th world.
Joey Polanski