Howard Camner

The Mama Chung Massacre - Poem by Howard Camner

Mama Chung wags her tongue
with strings strung when spring's sprung

That Mama Chung with hands wrung
schools the young past bells rung
and sad songs sung

Now Mama Chung her flings were flung
when swingers swung among the stung
and Carl Jung
he psychoanalyzes Mama Chung
and finds she's hung with claws that clung
but never brung such pompous dung
as the high and mighty
Mama Chung

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 23, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 22, 2011

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