Crustaceans Gurgle in a Fine Hotel

It was a lean, lean year for old King Lear
it took a Herculean effort to advance him;
they took useless burbles and idle dawdles
and sold them to Wal-Mart for six pounds of noodles
and seventeen bottles of Nair (which enhanced him).

The noodles were used to do crossword puzzles
while dismantling the Temple of Solomon
where the whole cast chortled as Cordelia coddled
the ruffled tussles of the earthenware man.

The evil sisters waggled their stubble
in itchy black kirtles from Constantinople
as they piffled incessantly in basses and trebles
about raiding the pantry of its Roman fare.

An elf ogled omelets in a moss-eaten dingle
from a zeppelin piloted by a razzy-dazz beagle
who bungled the decoupling and was caught with some boodle
stuffed 'tween his carbuncles and a bugle
which Cordelia returned to the koala bear.

A promethean bugbear in a pygmean sweater
sailed down the mid-winter gulfstream
and met a polar bear wearing mother-of-pearl
who was a wealthy tycoon in cold-creams.

Crustaceans gurgling in a fine hotel
chase the koala bears dry-cleaning Cordelia’s nightwear
under the researchers dangling from a lobby crossbeam
throwing spears designed to endear us to yesteryear.