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FIND THE STARTER PAPERDOOLL on page A TASTE OF THINGS TO COME under DECAMPS
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Wise-Ass Animals IN
Pants! *
(Which I consider
to be my genre)
and you'll have
a damn lot of fun,
maybe as much fun
as I've had with . . .
my GuySly.
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* Crap!
The word is Pants!
Damn, they got lame a's
in this font.
He tried the flute,
made progress, but
savagely mocked,
he abandoned it.
Years later,
he took up
the fiddle.
Ode to a Nose
by S. Boots
Where does your foremost fascination lie?
I tell you, Mistress, not where you suppose.
You are magnificent of brow and eye,
but I rejoice, above all, in your nose.
Abundance of the snout is no vile thing,
an aperture odd, no horrific flaw.
Cavernous nostrils suck the scents of spring
more readily than dimple dents. What law
requires that a nose be slim, or pert,
to be admired, to be reckoned fine?
High handsome is less sturdily alert,
admiring, above all, a divine profile.
The buttonholes, so meek, so sleek, so pink,
just darling, do not snort with the same greed
to savor life in all its sweet and stink,
as does your sneezer charmingly indeed.
A chiseled symmetry, it does not do
for a merry force of nature such as you.
Your thug has more exuberance than those
lady-like honkers. Celebrate your nose!