01/14/21: Please Don’t Let That Half-Assed Coup Be the Taste I Leave in Your Mouth January 14, 2021January 14, 2021 iambanapestcoup, gal, golf, grope, groping, half-assed, limerick, meeting, nose pickings, pitching a fit, poem, poet, poetry, Putin, sapping morale, taste, Trump, tweeting, Vlad, womanLeave a comment Image
01/07/20: Every Once in a While I Like to Throw in a ‘Twas or a ‘Twould Just to Prove I’m a Real Poet January 7, 2020January 7, 2020 iambanapest'twas, 'twould, 52 sites, crimes, cultural, custom, gibbering, Iran, limerick, pleasure, poem, poet, poetry, sites, targeting civilians, taste, the murder of kids, treasure, Trump, Trump limerick, war, war crimesLeave 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