Postmodernists like Rohrschach blots But painters prefer polka dots, But shaking paint just right So dots stay round and tight Is like tying needles in knots.
A widow from Wimberly whistles And fills all her pillows with thistles. So nice on the cheek, You’ll sleep for a week. When dozing on brambles and bristles.
Though cue-***** are glossy and smooth The felt has been rough since my youth. Some dimples assist When fairways resist But putting on tables is uncouth.