Biography of Percy Dovetonsils
Percy Dovetonsils is the nom de plume of Doug Lane, who laughed himself nearly to death when he first heard/saw Percy Dovetonsils lisping in his cravate on the old Ernie Kovacs Show. Doug Lane is alive and worrying about his credit card balances in Los Angeles, California. He some day hopes to grow himself a mustache as thin as Percy's.
Percy Dovetonsils Poems
An Insistent Knocking
Life, said the old poet is an insistent knocking on doors that won't open into houses
I'Ve Missed The Boat
I’ve missed the boat. And that’s not the only one.
The Literacy Holocaust
First they came for the independent bookstores, then for the newspapers and magazines.
Being Frank Sinatra
What I wouldn't give to be Frankie Blue Eyes for a lonnnnngggg day.
What I Have
I have a rendezvous with destiny. She is the goddess who entices me. I see her beckoning with open arms. She promises I will not come to harm.
The United States Of Dreams
In my cramped world I only find room in my sleep. I’m cornered
Ring Words are like merry-go-rounds.
An Armistice Of Wood
At Shiloh, The Marne, and Waterloo, Sribinica, Auschwitz, and Dien Bien Phu, wherever the slaughtered dead soaked the earth the marriage between man and forest grew.
Salute To Suicide
Not that I plan to, but it’s nice to know it’s there if I
of the North wanted to be a movie star but did not know it
Buzz Aldrin, Space Imperialist
Buzz Aldrin, Space Imperialist, discovers a tiny brown lesion on the end of his nose. he uses his wife’s
Everybody Else Took The Shortcut
As far as I can tell I’m the last guy I know who worked through his suicidal depression
I'll tell you why I wear this tie, and why I'm so well groomed. My appearance gives its lie
I just don’t care the way I used to what you’ve got between your lines.
What I Have
I have a rendezvous with destiny.
She is the goddess who entices me.
I see her beckoning with open arms.
She promises I will not come to harm.
She guides me where I fear I’d lose my way.
She shows me how to progress through the day.
She’s not the one who loses touch with me.
She’s only hidden when I will not see.