Thither Spat James Joyce

agreed a rose by any other

name would smell as

sweet

porcelain pots peddled under
synonyms make no difference to the
rod and the cone

a vodkamartiniwithasliceoflemonpeelshakennotstirred ordered as
whatever else would land the bastard a
wanton blonde

and a cadbury square etched with a
hieroglyphic logo still melts its way past
your wagger

while quentin tarantino mischristened

eugene moses bartholomew would scarce upset his
b.o.

(call messrs. clemens and dodgson what you will, love,
they continue to
tickle)

as shall quantum electrodynamics known to our chums at the edge of andromeda as some other
fertilizer yet speak
gospel

but an onomatopoeia by any other
name...
now an onomatopoeia by any other
name doesn't sound a tenth as
onomatopoeiaesque,
does it, miss capulet?

Clerihew #06: Bardeen

John Bardeen
Was fond of sardine
Try it: you, too, may turn wise
And fly out to Stockholm twice

Clerihew #05: Kirchhoff [NSFW]

Gustav Robert Kirchhoff

Made no time to jerk off.

He got himself dysfunction:

Could loop, but not junction

Let's Make a Deal

Inside your idle brain, come shine or mighty rain,
All work and no play all night and all day --
Hardly half a moment of sleep, you see!
Look for me in the details (or check in the fai retails)
When you're loathe to decide -- I'll then come stand beside,
Whilst over your shoulder looms the deep blue sea.

To your petty conceit placate I'll send my advocate
Who'd gladly plead your cases with one of many faces
Of which he has thirty-six, like a pair o' dice.
If lonely and laust, remember Comrade Faust --
You only need to sign on the dashed dotted line,
And I give you on this sorry earth a paradise.

Yet I seek no gratitude, only purple attitude
So that folk may call your air yours-truly-may-care;
How I shall then take care of you dearly!
But I must speak to you because on your soul there is a clause
That you may haven't knone: let's talk this over phone;
Just dial two-thirds of one thousand [well, nearly].

Culinary Wisdom

For the Discerning Madrasi in Yankeedom

Pico de gallo and idli

Is a combination deadly

(They fit like lock and keys)

Never munch on fries

When you lunch on rice

(They're as chalk and cheese)

Clerihew #04: Gavaskar

Sunil Manohar Gavaskar
Must visit Madagascar
He might its climate embrace
And have a few more Sunny Days

[One sometimes abuses one's license.]

Ack.ment

The last three poems were inspired by these jewels --
1, 2, 3, 4

At the Beach

A wave slides in, and covers

the Pacific dioxide of Si.

A boat in the distance hovers

like an oil drop of Mi.

Cheat Never in Medical School

or

Learn from Roberto's Exam Hall Misadventures

Poor Bobby -- would've turned out a fine Dr.

Weren't he caught in the act by the Prr.

Asked about his action

He thought on his feet,

Hesitated a fraction

And ate up his sheet.

For, you see, he wasn't quite the conCr.

Limerick #14: A Haunting Spectre

A Brief Peep into the Life of a
Member of the
Haunting Spectres Society

An abandoned abode was he put in c/o;

When there were prospecting visitors to sc/o,

He rip't out a shriek

And out they'd freak

You got to admire his lungs, or lack th/o

Calf Muscles

Sometimes they pull.
We know not why, or how.
But they make a splendid bull,
Or cow.

History of Progresses in Science, A Brief

Most were occidental,
Some, the other ccidental.

Clerihew #03: Obama

Barack Hussein Obama

Has sure a sense of drama

Not even would Abraham

Have dreamt he'd be Uncle Sam

Limerick #13: Kronecker

There once was a gent, Kronecker.

'Sir Succinct' was his moniker.

He invented his delta,

And told Levi-Civita,

'My tensor is laconicer'

Clerihew #02: Jackson

Michael Jackson

Had a black son

Who yet might

Turn out white

Clerihew #01: Feynman

Richard Phillips Feynman

Was no Simple Simon.

Asked to prove himself, he

Came up with Q.E.D.

{Every pun is intended}