In Ode to Biggus...

[MorpheusSandman]

...two short comical pieces:

The Murky Milk Murder

A cow on the porch in the back
Was killed with a porcelain cat.
It was done by the mob,
An insider job:
A knickknack patty-o whack.

The Black Hole of Misery & Woe

Oh woe!
Oh misery!
Oh disdainful dame
Of the devil’s breed,
Make me lame,
Make me bleed.
Why doth thou
With thy vortex of hate,
Take from me
So much of late?
I KNOW I put two socks
Within that dryer.
You’d make me out
To be a liar.
You think you’ve won,
You think it’s done
When I put in two
And pull out one.

[hack]

The Laundress of Unknown Kadath?

[MorpheusSandman]

^ I've never actually read that particular Lovecraft story. Care to explain the reference?

[Hawkman]

Mabe it's Yog Sockoth, the eater of socks.

[hack]

Try a little absinthe in your laundry detergent,
you might channel Randolph Carter and write it yourself.
Or, you might just end up where those lost socks go.

[PrinceMyshkin]

And indeed most worthy of its dedicatee!

[MorpheusSandman]

Thanks, Prince!

I like the Lovecraft conversations we have going, even if I'm not entirely sure what they're referencing! Surely I'm not the only one that seems to lose clothing (ESPECIALLY socks) into the black hole of the dryer?

[kittypaws]

I have one of those in my dryer as well!! Aliens? LOL!

[Maryd.]

Yes, we have bag at home that we call 'Land of the Lost socks' or the 'Bermuda' triangle. Nice one Morpheus?

[lallison]

These both are smart and funny. i like the limerick best, as I am a limerick fan. It reminds me of a joke about a frog visiting a banker named Paddywack. The frog tried to use a small painted wooden fish as collateral to borrow money. The punch line went: It's a knickknack Paddywack give the frog a loan. Clever stuff!

[Bar22do]

...two short comical pieces:

The Murky Milk Murder

A cow on the porch in the back
Was killed with a porcelain cat.
It was done by the mob,
An insider job:
A knickknack patty-o whack.

The Black Hole of Misery & Woe

Oh woe!
Oh misery!
Oh disdainful dame
Of the devil’s breed,
Make me lame,
Make me bleed.
Why doth thou
With thy vortex of hate,
Take from me
So much of late?
I KNOW I put two socks
Within that dryer.
You’d make me out
To be a liar.
You think you’ve won,
You think it’s done
When I put in two
And pull out one.
I don't have a dryer but RITUALLY lose socks all the same...
You might spring a few such poems more, for they are delightful, differently but equally as Biggus's! What a refreshment to come back for a moment again! Thanks MS! Bar

[MorpheusSandman]

Thanks to Maryd, lallison, and Bar. Your comments are always apppreciated.