Archy and Mehitabel

[fiefoe]

The literary endeavors of a cockroach (often about his alley cat friend), as recorded on Don Marquis's typewriter. Wouldn't you know it, this kind of light poetry is quite my cup of tea.

mehitabel was once cleopatra
mehitabel would sell her soul for
a plate of fish any day i told her i thought
you were going to say you were
the favorite wife of the emperor
valerian he was some cat nip eh
mehitabel but she did not get me

mehitabel s extensive past
ours is the zest of the alley cat
over the roofs from flat to flat
we prance with capers corybantic
what though a boost should break a slat
mehitabel us for the life romantic

archy interviews a pharaoh
there in the silences
confide in me
my perial pretzel
says i

you must be respectful
in the presence
of a mighty desolation

certain maxims of archy
prohibition makes you
want to cry
into your beer and
denies you the beer
to cry into

lots of people can make
their own whisky but
can t drink it

insects are not always
going to be bullied
by humanity
some day they will revolt
i am already organizing
a revolutionary society to be
known as the worms turnverein

the big bad wolf
and it is a cheering thought to think
that god is on the side of the best digestion