For Eleanor Raheem

published : Sept. 27, 2018, 9:32 p.m.
For Eleanor Raheem who was fascinated by the two words “kadey” and “kuday” I left behind my kuday in a wayside kadey, and some feckless fella made off with my old umbrella. So to ease the pain I stepped out singing in the rain, slipped and fell in a drain, and broke a bone in my collar

Barbara

published : Sept. 27, 2018, 9:35 p.m.
Barbara Is wont to swing on a candelabra, While singing Abracadabra. But faced with inequity, Her latent nobility, Comes out hissing Like a disgruntled cobra. Laki 21 Sept. 2013

Maureen

published : Sept. 27, 2018, 9:19 p.m.
Unheard and unseen, Maureen flits about the house as quiet as a mouse, Keeping it tidy and clean. But alas ! That Is more apt for a bat. I mean “flit” which rather spoils my verse a bit. But no matter. I trust no one will natter too much about it.

Dominic

published : Sept. 27, 2018, 9:32 p.m.
Dominic’s patronymic Sansoni, to the non cognoscenti may sound phony, and to the natives a lot of baloney. But his dominant gene can be traced in between an Italian old crone and a crony.

An admonition for Moin

published : Sept. 27, 2018, 9:36 p.m.
You will earn my eternal gratitude, If you awake from your diurnal lassitude, abandon your paternal attitude, and couch your praise in a new turn of phrase, and eschew the perennial platitude.

A medley of Christmas carols.

published : Sept. 27, 2018, 9:37 p.m.
To everyone and all the rest in peace, and bless you merry gentleman who nothing will dismay, while shepherds floss their teeth by silent night, all dreaming of a Christmas white as snow, Lo and Behold woke up and saw Frankenstein and Merle in the gathering gloom of a winter’s wonderland, with Dancer and Prancer,

I want a phone

published : Sept. 27, 2018, 9:23 p.m.
I want a phone ( for Gihan) So you finally got yourself a phone ! And you think you’re no longer Cut off and alone. Well, you got another think coming lad, Things are not as bad as you think lad. They’re worse ! And now you are glad you are in touch, though thirteen grand was a bit much to pay. But such is the way with life, boy. The phone is just another decoy, boy. To get you by the crotch.

For Sherine - my ex-sister-in-law.

published : Sept. 27, 2018, 9:26 p.m.
The elegant Mrs Brandoff appeared to some to be a bit stand-off-ish, and to others, a bit of a queer fish. They are mistaken I fear. She is a dear. Her heart is made of gold and her head is made of glue, and as she will be done by, she will do by you.

For Sherine Brandoff

published : Sept. 27, 2018, 9:27 p.m.
Hi! Sherine. And when die you last vent your spleen On Don, that son of an off-brand? Or when were you last off-hand with that poor hoss who poses off as your boss? I guess life in New York must be hectic, Not to mention frenetic. So no wonder you are splenetic. And in case you thought that word fictionary, Go check you dictionary.

I'll be suing you

published : Sept. 27, 2018, 9:01 p.m.
I'll be suing you, for that sordid love affair. You thought that I was unaware, didn't you? Those long weekends you went away, for business trips, or so you'd say, and left me all alone to cope. For this you'll stew in hell I hope. I'll be suing you, for all the dirty things you've done, for all the filthy lies you've spun, I going to have you on the run. I'll sue you for every dime you earn, and every dollar too, and I'll be having fun while I'll be suing you"