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Trump is a modern Scrooge

Posted in Cartoon Comics, Short Faerie's Tails, Uncategorized on December 26, 2016 by Drogo

Trump is a modern Scrooge (from Dicken’s story ‘Christmas Carol’); however he seems not to have learned the lessons that Scrooge learned by the end of the story. Some people do not learn to be more generous and loving as they age, even when confronted by ‘spirits’. Pain and suffering are not only natural parts of life, but very mysterious the more we study them with science and psychology.

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Play Pen of Madness

Posted in Short Faerie's Tails on June 28, 2011 by Drogo

Poof! Out of darkness, came a dark play pen of madness.

Mad Magazine’s Violent Mother Goose

Posted in Poems, Rhymes, Riddles, Short Faerie's Tails, Song Lyrics & Analysis with tags , , , , , , , , , on October 10, 2010 by Drogo

from Mad Magazine’s “Violent Mother Goose”

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THIS IS THE FILM THAT JACK MADE

 

This is the girl who’s blown away

Whose in the film that Jack made

 

This is the creep who stalks his prey

Who blasts the girl whose blown away

Who’s in the film that Jack made

 

This is the ax that splits the head

That’s swung by the creep who stalks his prey

Who blasts the girl whose blown away

Who’s in the film that Jack made

 

This is dude who winds up dead

From getting the ax that splits the head

That’s swung by the creep who stalks his prey

Who blasts the girl whose blown away

Who’s in the film that Jack made

 

This is the Salesman from Omaha

Who calls on the dude who winds up dead

From getting the ax that splits the head

That’s swung by the creep who stalks his prey

Who blasts the girl whose blown away

Who’s in the film that Jack made

 

This is the handy electric saw

That slices the Salesman from Omaha

Who calls on the dude who winds up dead

From getting the ax that splits the head

That’s swung by the creep who stalks his prey

Who blasts the girl whose blown away

Who’s in the film that Jack made

 

This is the carnage of blood and gore

That’s made by the handy electric saw

That slices the Salesman from Omaha

Who calls on the dude who winds up dead

From getting the ax that splits the head

That’s swung by the creep who stalks his prey

Who blasts the girl whose blown away

Who’s in the film that Jack made

 

These are the profits of bucks galore

That come from the carnage of blood and gore

That’s made by the handy electric saw

That slices the Salesman from Omaha

Who calls on the dude who winds up dead

From getting the ax that splits the head

That’s swung by the creep who stalks his prey

Who blasts the girl whose blown away

Who’s in the film that Jack made

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On the Way to Saint Ives

As I was going to Saint Ives,

I met a man with seven knives

49 hand grenades,

343 razor blades,

2,401 axes…

Axes, blades, grenades, and knives;

How many different ways to die?

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Jack Sprat

Jack Sprat can swing his bat

his wife can spray her mace;

he’ll smack her hard

when she’s off-guard;

she’ll spritz him in the face.

Jack Sprat is knocked out flat,

his wife the worst of sights,

though bitter foes

at least it shows

they’re into equal rights.

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Dr. Dippie’s Short Faerie’s Tails

Posted in Dr. Dippie, Fictional Stories, Short Faerie's Tails with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 27, 2009 by Drogo

Prolonged Prolog(ue’)

 

Shortly after the death of Doctor Dippie, these strange scribblings were translated from his entrails, upon execution of his Will. This collection of short stories and tales is dedicated to his dear friends and brothers from RWU: Deathstalker, Cordite, and the Smelly, Furry Hippy, with whom he spent many hours “Tossing the Panda”. Also Sir Jeffy, Gleason, and Gramps Speeg.

Note: not to be confused with his ‘Fairy Tails

– Firewalker Publishing 1995

TABLE OF CONTENTS

1.      The Blue Van with Pink Polka-Dots

2.      Cat in the Cradle, Baby in the Box

3.      Young Edward Chesterfield Goes to the Store

4.      Monkeys in My Pockets

5.      The Little Chihuahua

6.      Death On The Brain

7.      The Purpose of Your Pitiful Life

8.      Little Billy and the Big Bang

9.      The Case of the Missing Pickle (Part 2)

10.    Six Sick, Sick Poems

!!!Warning!!!:

Adult Content, not for good children over the age of 2 or under the age of 500

1. The Blue Van with Pink Polka-Dots

Posted in Short Faerie's Tails with tags , , , , , , , on October 10, 2009 by Drogo

Once upon a time, there was a blue van with pink polka-dots, and a brightly colored rose painted on each door. It had a Grateful Dead bumper sticker partially faded by the sun. Although it is not known first hand by the author, I’m sure that the interior upholstery reeked of marijuana. Often I see it stream by in a roaring blur of happy color, and yesterday it ran over my dog. All in all, … it is quite a bohemian contraption.

2. Cat in the Cradle, Baby in the Box

Posted in Short Faerie's Tails with tags , , , , , , on October 9, 2009 by Drogo

I remember the dream quite vividly. A screaming, shrill, high-pitched voice was ever present. Blood poured down my temples as I bashed my head against a wall to stop the pain. The pain of the child. The pain of the child was intense. The child was my child… the child was a baby… the baby was my baby!!! The baby was my baby!!! And the cat!!! The cat was threshing my poor infant child, and there was nothing I could do!

… Then suddenly, I awoke. My wife lay beside me, and all seemed normal. Wiping the sweat from my brow, I slid out of bed. As I approached the baby’s chamber, my heart beat like a hammer on an anvil. Good-God, the suspense. I flipped on the light switch and rushed over to the baby’s cradle. To my ultimate horror I found that the baby was gone! In place of my beloved baby, among the infantile swaddling buntings, lay the cat!!!

All sanity drained from me, I scolded the feline. The cat did not answer. Frantically I searched the room. My eyes searched to and fro. Then, all at once, my heart and eyes settled. No more screams, no more pain. I could once again return to my peaceful slumber; because there, in the corner of the room curled up in the cat’s box, was my child; dreaming the dreams of an angel.

3. Young Edward Chesterfield Goes to the Store

Posted in Short Faerie's Tails with tags , , , , , , , on October 8, 2009 by Drogo

One day, young Edward Francisco B. Chesterfield pulled on his fancy trousers and went to the store.