Category Archives: Boppin’

Doctor Whizbang’s Elixir!

Here’s an idea I am playing with, in draft form. I’m going to revise it over the next few days. There’s a story about The Great Carouso that someone once cornered him while he was on a cross-country tour, and … Continue reading

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blood test

They’re going to jab a needle at my arm; I’m hoping that my spirit feels no harm: it’s haunting my pale hide in mild alarm— I’m running out of nonchalance and charm. Those needles look too long to fit in … Continue reading

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(Lone) bird on air (conditioner)

Bird on air con       -ditioner d’ya think it’s ma       -ma’s war       -m heart murmuring love? Peek not into her bosom: she will man       -gle stran       -gle with her fan blades. Oh coo       -l down       -y bird       -y coo       -ked as … Continue reading

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