This is far too much fun to stop now.
Higgledy Piggledy
Wardell B. Pomeroy
Envied Al Kinsey like
Dirt envies air;
Though he could hold his own
Sexologistically,
He was no match for the
Doctor down there.
Ozzily Tozzily
Wicked Witch (West, not East)
Spies on Miss Gale, feeling
Down in the dumps;
“Hmph,” she remarks, somewhat
Unfetishistically.
“Long way to go for some
Lousy red pumps.”
Fret not Faustus they were both better than the David and Jonathan one by miles. You are obviously getting into the swing of this.
I still think it is a genetic quirk though!
Encore, encore.
Does it count if you write a d.d. about yourself?
Cranky, cantanker-y
{here, my dactylic name}
Said with a sneer, “I could
Wish them all dead–
Those who would question my
Bisexuality
Just ’cause I’m blissfully
Hetero-wed!”
“Like dirt envies air” is one of the best phrases I’ve read in a long while. I plan to steal it and use it as frequently as possible in conversation. I’m not sure that “as frequently as possible” is any more frequent than “never,” but I’m certainly going to try.
Flibberty Gibberty
Emily Dickinson
Penned many poems of
Desolate wit.
Was she a lesbian?
Probably not, but she’s
Dykonographic’ly
Not a bad fit.
campbell: You are very kind.
Jeffrey: I’m working on it.
Convivia: I think it still counts. And you are a brilliant genius.
matt: I still love you.
Sex And The City double dactyls! Get them here!