In Memory of Robert Dunn by Thomas Jones

(Pen Master in Charge)

He was the king of the pun,
He held your head to the gun,
Everything he wrote he wrote for fun.
His name was Robert Dunn.

Never mind his name is common,
That “imposters” took his name for theirs.
This is not about splitting hairs!
It’s about poetry as come-on.

Never mind Zen Yentas in Bondage,
Or Vanished into the Slammer,
Those medicinal porpoises, boy,
They can’t live beyond the clamor

Of a cartoon character on the cover
Of Baffled in Baloneyville
Or hoot and holler at the thrill!
The sky’s the limit when you have a minute

To spread your word and make a spat
Of poetry in simplest punning form, Donning
Oops I mean Dunning, a large brimmed hat
While peddling stand-up comedic versions
Of Ogden Nash reduced to a minor brat

In comparison to His great pen and pun
Now at once and, shall we say, forever,
UnDunn?

(His sightings will occur to loyal fans
For many years to come,
Or will they?)