By Tom Merrill
I remember Vergaza and Diddlyweed,
who drove me to Tina and then Flambé;
there were numerous others along the way:
Mere Ois and Reptile, Genghis and Pogo,
Martha and Mother Superior,
Majestique, Weenciepoo, Skew the hobo.
Pinocchio’s gone, like RH and Daisy;
Leena is driving old Boblett crazy;
Twinkle and Juliet got the heave-ho.
Troisieme’s zoo lacked the esoteric:
just whoozit, what’s-his-face, so-and-so.
Mine tends to be more nongeneric.
Poems by Tom Merrill have recently appeared in two novels as epigraphs.He is Poet in Residuum at The Hypertexts and Advisory Editor at Better Than Starbucks.
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