The Tutu Hut, the Sulky Tut, the Fussy Gull, the Huggy Tuft, the … the … the … the … the … the Fun, the Fun, the Fun!

K. Silem Mohammad

I am the holy idiot of rhymes;
I dish these tasty iambs in my sleep;
I’ve solved a hundred literary crimes
With anagrams of FREE URIAH HEEP.

I’ve bedded lovely ladies who were moved
By sentences I stole from Google searches;
“This Lime Tree Bower My Prison” was improved
When I replaced the title tree with birches.

My “Squirting Ringworm Taco” won a Tony
(An honor rarely granted to an ode);
A limerick I wrote on Rice-A-Roni
Made Biden and Obama blow a load.

You wish you could be so successful too,
You sweetly unsuccessful losers, you.

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Sonnet 17 (“Who will believe my verse in time to come”)

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