ON PATRIOT DAY we all feel patriotic,
Wrap every surface in red, white, and blue,
Wave flags with fervor bordering on psychotic,
And make inspiring speeches all day through.
We show our country how much we adore her
So we won’t have to lift a finger for her.
ON PATRIOT DAY we all feel patriotic,
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Focus on, dear reader, and perhaps Dr. Boli will focus with you for a while.
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So many of our correspondents sighing “ah!” in obvious delight! It is nearly enough to turn one’s head.
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Dr. Boli is sure this was meant to be flattering, although he cannot help imagining the “person of stone” as intoning “Don Giovanni!” in a deep and penetrating bass. Still, there are times when one must simply nose under one’s tears and go on.
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Dr. Boli would like it known that he disclaims all responsibility for letting anyone’s end down.
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At first Dr. Boli thought he might be reading a retranslated version of a poem by Robert Frost, but he lost the thread of the symbolism about halfway through.
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Not only an “ah,” but an “oh” as well! If our correspondent will not refuse a little advice on punctuation, adding two commas would make the second sentence clearer: “I think there will be a lot of readers, like, reading.”
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This is a wonderful thing, such as life, and perhaps today’s brutal brutal tomorrow, but the day after tomorrow there will always be the sun.
Here we have two correspondents attempting profundity. We hope they did not hurt themselves.
We are not perfect, but we have to accept imperfect. Learn to love yourself, spoil yourself, to make their own independent.
In the immortal words of Groucho Marx, “I think you’ve got something there, and I’ll wait outside till you clean it up.”
ON THIS DAY in 30 B.C., Cleopatra pressed an asp to her bosom, bringing Egyptian history to an end until 1952. In honor of this solemn anniversary, we reprint the Asp’s Aria from Irving Vanderblock-Wheedle’s libretto to the Ruthven Mophandle Heyser opera The Death of Cleopatra:
It was not generally made public until recently that the libretto to Heyser’s well-received new opera, The Death of Cleopatra, was written by the eminent novelist and poet Irving Vanderblock-Wheedle. The Asp’s Aria, sung by Julietta della Fripperia to Heyser’s haunting cacophony of bassoons and kazoos, has been singled out for especial praise.
Excuse me, please, but did I overhear
A queen’s lament, with many a bitter tear?
You’ll find a true friend lurking very near:
I am (and please try not to gasp)
Has it occurred to you what quick relief
Would comfort you and silence all your grief—
How short your cares would be, your tears how brief,
If to your bosom you should clasp
I happen to have made my little nest
Right here, in this bejeweled little chest
(For you’ll agree that little chests are best):
Now just pull out the bolt and grasp
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Soon girls from Glassp-
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If you will lift the hasp
And just reach in and grasp
And to your bosom clasp
(Forgive my vocal rasp)
WHEN DIVVS IVLIVS got to name July
After himself, a precedent was set.
Augustus took the next month; but then why
Has no one thought to claim September yet?
It’s just as well they stopped it, all the same:
“Tibery” would have been an awful name.
WE CELEBRATE THE fourth day of July
With peonies, crossettes, and other toys;
Chrysanthemums and spiders flung up high,
And big salutes to make an awful noise.
Our Constitution grants no right to silence,
So we put up with pyrotechnic violence.
THERE IS NO month that’s rhymier than June:
In fact, it sometimes seems that every tune
Has lyrics where some goon croons to the moon
In June while swooning by the blue lagoon.
How fortunate that even a baboon
Can write a song about the month of June!
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Drama. According to a study published by the United States Bureau of Drama Statistics, the sheer numbers of the world’s population make it statistically certain that there are, living among us now, at least two dozen dramatists of the caliber of Euripides, Shakespeare, or Moliere; but the world will never know who they are, because all the best talent of the age is being squandered on superhero movies.
THE MONTH OF May is merry by tradition,
No matter what your state of mind may be.
So try hard to improve your disposition
And smile at every passer-by you see.
Perhaps you’ll like it when you change your tune.
But if you don’t, May only lasts till June.
WHEN LUSTY APRIL with his showers sweet
Adds to the damp that March already poured
In buckets round our mud-encrusted feet,
The squishy mess is much to be deplored.
But, still, it’s hard to yield to indignation:
The early flowers are some compensation.