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Que
Cue
Queue?

I’ll refrain from sounding it out in ‘Merican
By shouting Quweyyy! As in Sooie!
So push your snout to the trough
Squeal away to the head of the queue
But get a clue
Whatever you do
Don’t miss your cue
Or you’ll have to sue

Pecking order sorted by brute force
Not a kinder or gentler course
Stampedes are the wurst
There I ago makin’ sausage agin
Divine right of kings
Royal schmoyal bling
Invisible caste system test
Visible caste system’s fest

Modern civilization delivers most
To the back of histories queue
A cue for the future queue
As sheep with out a clue
But no butting
As kids called line cutting

Now get in line and stop your whining
Because the uncivilized entitled
Need to gobble their fill
Of inhumanities fine dining
Time to take your organizing pill
Because queue courtesy is vital still

Top Cat Scat

Itten bitten little kitten
have a herringbone
trombone with righteous timbre
to play a caterwauling concert.
Though it takes a lot to laugh,
It takes a train to cry.
So don’t squash that dwarf,
hand me the pliers.
Not a cat but a textbook
on how to tune a piano,
not tune a fish.
The confuse a cat
railroad trestle catastrophe
has gone big bada boom
and the Chattanooga choo choo
will never chuga chug again
Now that the pump don’t work
cause the vandals stole the handle
So look out kitty in
the cats in the cradle
with the silver spoon
All watched over
by machines of loving grace
perched above us
in the catbird seat
reading up on foliables
for feline domesticus
as the textbooks say
with a cornucopia
of tuneziz that croonziz
and phrases that payziz
that can haziz chezzburgerziz

Calling All Angles

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No neck bauble bobble
Or woowoo bling blang
Crystals Quarts or shorts
Triangulation is my touchstone


No circles for me
They just go in circles
Parallelogram lines never meet
They just predictably cross each other


Trigon you crazy diamond
Polygon Octagon Tetragon
Pentagon Hexagon All be gone


Straight lines are an infinite bore
Don’t get me started on wavy lines

πŸ”ΊπŸ”ΊπŸ”ΊπŸ”ΊπŸ”ΊπŸ”ΊπŸ”ΊπŸ”ΊπŸ”ΊπŸ”ΊπŸ”Ί

Triangles are my only talisman

πŸ”ΊπŸ”ΊπŸ”ΊπŸ”ΊπŸ”ΊπŸ”ΊπŸ”ΊπŸ”ΊπŸ”ΊπŸ”ΊπŸ”Ί

So many angles
Obtuse angles
Reflex angles
Zero Acute Right Complete
Angles of our better nature


Everyone needs an angle
Deflection Reflection Tangents
Glorious avoidance at it’s finest
Universal Pyramid Scheme University
Motto is and always has been
Everything is okay until it isn’t