Higgledy-piggledy, 
Donna Dactylia 
whispers ambrosial 
words to her lovers. 

Even though one may call 
Hollander, Hecht, et al, 
bibliophilical, 
she warms their covers. 
 

Another Fall 
Kevin Durkin 

Higgledy-piggledy 
William the Conqueror 
bit into Apple and 
tasted pure gold. 

Now all the world will be 
looking through Windows he 
counterproductively 
way oversold. 
 

Where the Singer Goes  
Kevin Durkin 

Fa-la-la, fa-la-la 
Lillian Nordica 
sang like a nightingale 
long, long ago. 

Now she sleeps through the night 
far from the stage's light: 
Unendlichruhigkeit 
six feet below. 
 

Behind the Scenes  
Kevin Durkin 

Well-a-day, well-a-day 
Laurence Olivier, 
prince of the cinema, 
lord of the planks, 

felt little jollity 
sleeping with Mrs. Leigh. 
Homoerotically, 
he preferred spanks. 
 

Another Theory  
Kevin Durkin 
 
Down in Antarctica 
NASA got hold of a 
rock with a lot of small 
tube things inside. 

Maybe they're fossils of 
extraterrestrial 
droppings from Martians who 
came here and died. 
 

Rochelle Salt  
Kevin Durkin 

Was it a Frenchman who 
found in his country a 
salt that could loosen his 
bowels, and, inside 

microphones (due to pi- 
ezoelectrical 
motions) transduce his loose 
words far and wide? 
 

Corporate Power  
Kevin Durkin 
 
TV Guide's Annenberg 
thought he was dying though 
doctors said he was as 
healthy as what 
 
one could expect of an 
octogenerian 
billionaire publisher 
tubed up the butt. 
 

Rough Weather 
Kevin Durkin 

Higgledy-piggledy
Charles A. Lindbergh flew
over the ocean as
fast as he could,

pelted by rain, sleet, snow
head winds and winds below.
Meteorology
did him no good.

Locked in the bathroom, a
Throne-bound philosopher
Pondered scatology,
Feeling no rush.

Those at the door were more
Eschatological:
Will the world end with a
Bang or a flush?

The Martian Landscape
Ned Gulley

Pathfinder, Sojourner
Where are your pictures of
Martian inhabitants
For us to see?

Is it because of some
Extraterrestrial
Pusillanimity ---
Fear of TV?

Cruel Cosmology
Ned Gulley

Higgledy-piggledy
Young Stephen Hawking was
Asked by the Pope about
Science and God

After a pause, he re-
marked diplomatically
"Vah bhlahgga nahh-ba duh
Nhaah-baaggadaahd!"

The Dangers of Golfing
Ned Gulley

Newscasts are telling us
Clinton the President
Injured his knee as he
Went out the door

Maybe he's showing us
Verisimilitude:
Deft re-enactment of
President Ford.

Chanel No. 5 and Spam, Please
Ned Gulley

Piggle-ly wiggle-ly
Little Miss Piggy is
Hoping her frog's heart
With love will be achin'.

Sadly her efforts at
Aphrodisiacal
Porcine devotion don't
Bring home the bacon.

The Distracted Poet
Ned Gulley

Kevin the poet
Did Dactyls obsessively
Rhyming while driving,
Neglecting the car.

Clearly he'd taken his
Monomaniacal
Sesquipedalian
Antics too far.

A Visit to Cambridge
Ned Gulley

Chicklety chocolatey
Our ChocoLady needs
Herrell's ice cream to stay
Happy and sane.

Harvard Square misses her
Peregrinations (brought
off with elan and le-
ger-de-Balmain).

Dactylics Anonymous
Ned Gulley

Fiddledy-diddledy
Author Melissa was
Wont to do dactyls while
Taunting the clock.

Is this a self-prescribed
Autodidactical
Rhyming repellant for
Dread writer's block?