You Can Like It, or Not

You can like a ukulele,
you can like it lots.
You can lick a licorice lolly—
lap up all you got!

Unique is the unicorn—
quite unique, you know.
You know universal quiet
quits euphoniously slow.

Yuletide as a eulogy
is useless now to you,
who utilizes usury,
usurping Yule, and Christmas too!

Guy

Guy! Guy!
Oh, what a guy!
So indescribably,
guilelessly high!
Argyle guises
disguise not his eyes
that scry out the kayaks
and kites in the sky!

Guy! Guy!
Oh, what a guy!
Guy dances down guidelines
that guide him to pies.
The choir, quiescent,
its guidance implies.

Guy! Guy!
Inscribe though I try,
I quietly cry that I
cannot describe
that kindly and, yes,
quite chimerical Guy!

4/4

What is 4/4 time in time for?
Metered time for formal meetings.
Meet her mother’s former farmers,
Forking thyme on meat or greens.

A440 forms forthwith a
Matter most unfortunately
Forward, framing now a pitch and
Not a forthright metered format.

Hermits’ matters from the farm are
Most straightforward, but they say your
Meter for the time machine was
Found in 1444.

Finally your fitful fortune
Meted out your timely furlough.
Take your free time in a meter
Four by four by four by four-o.