02/22/20: I Hardly Ever Get Out of the Golf Cart, So You Babes Better Be on Your Toes February 22, 2020February 22, 2020 iambanapestass, butt, carrion, chafing, dead, Dead Golfer Strut, death, feast your eyes, flies, golf, heat rash, hindquarters, keister, ladies, limerick, mudflaps, opus posthumous, poem, poet, poetry, posterior, Trump, Trump limerick, two pigs fighting in a gunny sckLeave a comment Image
12/25/19: Christmas Eve Thoughts at Whatever Rando Church They Dragged Me To December 25, 2019December 25, 2019 iambanapestass, cheap bibles, Christ child, Christmas, church, flings, frankincense, gifts, gold, Jesus, leg numbness, limerick, manger, myrrh, no strings, ox, payoffs, poem, poetry, rando, seediest, seedy, shepherds, Stormy, three kings, Trump, Trump limerick, virginLeave a comment Image
10/27/19: The Only Thing Better Than Singlehandedly Taking Out a Terrorist Mastermind Is When the Metamucil Finally Kicks In October 27, 2019 iambanapestal-Baghdadi, ass, caddie, credit, glory, limerick, Mars, poem, poetry, raid, redound, spangle, stars, TrumpLeave a comment Image
06/12/19: And Another Thing—Why Is There No Golf in Macbeth? June 12, 2019June 12, 2019 iambanapestanus, ass, Coriolanus, D.C., heinous, intrepid, kisser, limerick, Macbeth, poem, poetry, polling, Shakespeare, snob, snobbery, snobbish, taste, ten thousand, toady, toadying, tongue, tragedy but without any sort of greatness or nobility whatsoever, TrumpLeave a comment Image
05/17/18: Stable Boy! I Need a Stable Boy! May 17, 2018May 17, 2018 iambanapestanimals, ass, fascism with an equine face, immigration, limerick, poetry, sledgehammer innuendo, stall, TrumpLeave a comment Image