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Dude, Dude who is never rude --
How doth your garden grow?
"With viscous trails of nasty snails
And Buddha, at the end of the row."
Jon, Jon with your apron on,
Why not cook them for lunch?
"I've watched them boil on sunny soil,
Now I couldn't bear their crunch."
Jon, Jon with prayer bells on,
Will you kill them any way?
"With white chalk dust of course I must,
Why, the French do it every day."
Dude, Dude you now extrude
Gastropod and slug galore.
But raise the alarm-a;
Concomitant karma
Is knocking on your door.
(Really liked his chapbook.) (Was also trying to string together a version of "Jabberwocky" dedicated to Johnny Truant, but it didn't work very well.)
