Shall I compare thee to a dish of chow? Thou are more toothsome far than kibble: An hour, and the macerated cow Begins to rot, and turn too foul to nibble. The microwave may heat too hot to eat, Or inattention by the chef may leave too cool; The most delicious dish’s flavor fleet And […]
Sonnet 18: Zigmund Steiner-McCollum Read More »
27 I envy not the dog that bites Without regard for friend or foe, Who cares not for another’s woe But only for his own delights; Nor do I envy any hound That, feckless, never sought a mate I do not envy him his fate, To lie e’er mateless in the ground. So never will
In Memoriam: Zigmund, Lord Butler Read More »
Not long ago, to go out walking Wouldn’t set people talking About leash laws Now they’re a Cause. I once could dine on tasty table scraps Now it’s veggie beef only fit for saps Whose applause Sticks in their craws. Can’t eat what you want today Must stay gaunt today At the park today Keep
Causes: Zigmund Porter Read More »
Do you know what you are? You are what you is If you’re a bull mastiff You ain’t Pekingese You ain’t what you’re not Like it or not You lot is your lot And that’s all you got A young Bichon Frisé That her owner named Rita Though she’d prefer to become an Akita She
You Are What You Is: Zig Unit Zappa Read More »
I found a whole cooked hot dog, pink and plump, There on a sidewalk, fleeing from its bun, Like our teenaged neighbor, basting in the sun, Surrounded by sauerkraut in a ragged clump, All tossed as if fit only for the dump: Repast fit for kings, no better, none, A banquet beggaring comparison. I was
Schmesign: Zigmund Frost Read More »
Yes, you must see in me, as in those naked Branches, this my year approach an end, Full foliage of summer now unmáked, Shriveled and dry beyond all hope to mend. On these old near-blind eyes a darkening veil As on the forest masking dusk descends, As does the shadow rising up the dale, Leave
Sonnet 73: Zigmund Shakespeare Read More »