Thursday, October 14, 2010



A body in a barrel,
On a barrio by the bay.
A token from Hoboken,
Who was broken night and day.
A-frighted and a-frazzled,
And a-frayed, flayed, and filleted.
A baby with a bottle,
And a bore in a bidet.

A toady in a tussle,
With a tidy tan toupee.
A tin ear in a tunnel,
Taking time to die today.
A-stupid and a-stunted,
And astounded by the stay. 
A tuna tin torpedo,
And a tutor to betray.

A penny in a pocket,
Which a piper plans to pay,
A pauper with a paper,
And a puzzle to parley.
A crazy ass acrostic,
And a crumpled clump of clay.
A pimply paparazzo,
Pops a top and stops to pray.

              ---Lazlo Azavaar

Friday, October 8, 2010



Once in the Wondertime,
Runs in the snow.
Wants, when I stop, where I laugh,
Will I go?
When will I,
Want was I,
Wish where I will?
Miss what I hit,
Standing stop,
Running still?
Find what I fake,
Fool a fish in a fray.
Fly like a flay through a flue,
In a tray.
Sing, screwy songs, sucking pipes,
Piping hot.
Pray for a plan, Peter,
Pan full of pot.
Think thinky thoughts,
Thick 'em through, super swell.
Cry crashy crap,
Laugh it up,
Go to hell.

----Lazlo Azavaar