Lest we all lose sight of the sole reason this blog sprang into life, I find it incumbent upon myself to remind the few readers who are hanging on by their droopy eyelids that it’s all done as a subliminal means of promoting my new book, Words Gone Wild, which is to be published in June by Skyhorse Publishing Co. Okay, that’s enough of subliminal techniques—advance orders are now being taken at amazon.com, barnesandnoble.com, and other web sites yet unknown.
As just a sample of the verbal delights that await the perspicacious purchaser of this slim but meaty volume, try these on for size:
Out of every two dozen squid, there's always one who doesn't know how to swim away quickly--but twenty-three squid do.
At the beach a gent from Toledo
Ogled a gal in a Speedo.
He liked both her suit,
Which he thought was quite cute,
And the way it aroused his libido.
“I’ll try again to learn this code,” Tom said remorsefully.
Bats might bite gnats by night, but note gnats might not bite nits or mites.
WGW (as it is affectionately known in certain esoteric literary circles) also contains a profusion (some would say a glut) of clerihews, anagrams, palindromes, mondegreens, feghoots, crosswords, cryptic and acrostic puzzles, light verse that beggars description, lipograms, spoonerisms, malapropisms, double entendres, euphemisms, rhopalics, and I don’t know what-all. If you love words, or if you need a highly effective fly-swatter (place the insect between two pages and slam shut with force), this volume is for you.
Although fundamentally opposed to all commercial enterprises, the Bard of Buffalo Bayou was persuaded (by a handful of salted nuts and a glass of cheap Australian Chardonnay) to add his dubious talents to the cause. Following is one of the Bard’s promotional verses, which I hasten to assure you, does not appear in the book I am hawking:
Words Gone Wild is bound to thrive,
It’s witty, it’s fun—it’s almost alive!
It’s a whimsical book,
And the principal hook
Is that it’s just twenty-two ninety-five.