Con-Men and Cwena…

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Talking to door-knobs,

is one way of opening doors…

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‘Maam, charmed,’ sez the Wolf-of-Oz,

oozing oblique obsequies,

rather than, ‘Alacazan!’

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A coarse coercement, of course,

amid the unexpungeable stench

of paint-oil: ‘Serpentine’.

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 Warning: jerk at work!

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A snerk… A snarl…

so doggedly erased still

somehow manages to canvas

and convey the very image of selfdom.

*

Has our childhood Jester

finally come of age

by impersonating canines;

‘Ha-riff… Ha-riff… Ha-riff’?

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Such tired tricks wane…

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Before the fall,

camera clad grotesques

clamour to view his curtain call.

*

A skip, a hop, a ring

for the hands,

and Rumple…

gets-the-baby.

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Again…

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Cell doors, however,

are seldom quite so easy

to lubricate.

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“Can’t you see who it is?”

– Count Jack Black