12/25/20: Even in This Time of Pandemic, I Am Invigorating the Lingo of Golf December 25, 2020 iambanapestbirdie, covid, COVID death toll, croak, golf, golf on Christmas, invigorate, limerick, lingo, patois, poem, poet, poetry, putt, Trump, TrumpieLeave a comment Image
10/26/20: You Say Botch, I Grab My Crotch October 26, 2020 iambanapestbeasting, beauty and the beast, covid, COVID death toll, good old Republican fun, GOP, horrors, limerick, pandemic response, picking your teeth, poem, poet, poetry, TrumpLeave a comment Image
10/16/20: “Now What Happens Is You Get Better. That’s What Happens, You Get Better.” October 16, 2020 iambanapestall hands on deck, better, bushel, cheap Gogol reference, covid, dead souls, freelancing, let's watch a wreck, limerick, on spec, peck, poem, poet, poetry, TrumpLeave a comment Image
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