While Mullinator
does a slow burn
I’m overjoyed
at Flora’s return.
Livin’ on Tums, Vitamin E and Rogaine
While Mullinator
I curse my Dad
And curse my Mom. It
'D be nice to have a name
That didn’t rhyme with vomit.
BURMA SHAVE
Uke
I enjoy the films
of Dick Van Patten.
And second the sentiment
Of our pal, manhattan.
BURMA-SHAVE
[It occurs to me suddenly that F McF was right the first time…there’s supposed to be a hyphen in Burma-Shave.]
Sick of puke rhymes, huh?
I drop my work
And log on daily,
To get my fix
of Ukelele.
BURMA-SHAVE
Cute poems posted
'Round the pike
Nearly fifty per cent
by Ukulele Ike
BURMA-SHAVE
Unless some others
Start to play
I’ll fold my tents
And steal away
BURMA-SHAVE
It looks to me
Like Ike and Flo
When it comes to rhymes
Just steal the show.
Burma-Shave
Me-thinks this game
has lost it’s steam
'Cept for Flo and Ike
the rhyming team.
Razors hurt
I can’t find the rope
Poison is yucky
Thank god for the Staight Dope
BURMA-SHAVE
(With sincerest Apologies to Dorothy Parker)
I can’t stop reading.
I don’t know why.
Someones getting fired.
I think I might be the guy.
BURMA-SHAVE
I’d like to play
with Uke and Flo,
just can’t seem
to make my rhymer go.
BURMA-SHAVE
Dopeler effect:
The tendency of stupid ideas to seem smarter when they come at you rapidly.
Your rhymes are swell;
Concise and clear!
Don’t sell them short,
Dear UncleBeer!
BURMA-SHAVE
If for this thread
Back Flora came
Prior stuff
was really lame
Manhattan guy
you said it well,
the recent stuff
is terri-bell.
BURMA-SHAVE
As for OPs
You guys are hacks
You wanted Flora
I got her back
BURMA-SHAVE
Okay, well, maybe I didn’t get her back, but she’s here, so enjoy it.
And the problem with small furry animals
in corners is that, just occasionally,
one of them’s a mongoose.
Terry Pratchett, Witches Abroad
Some of these,
Are pretty lame,
What the hell,
I’ll take some blame.
BURMA-SHAVE
Where credit’s due
We can’t be snide
So here’s to you
Our friend Flypsyde
Livin’ on Tums, Vitamin E and Rogaine
These rhmyes are nice
The pit’d be super
If they rhymed like this
but all the flames’d put me in a stupor.
BURMA-SHAVE
Three thousand post-ers
And we’re the cream
Though fewer than
A baseball team
BURMA-SHAVE
Uke
“Flora’s back!”,
Alpha cries,
“Until another
golfer dies…”
BURMA SHAVE
Back off, man. I’m a scientist.