Camouflaged as duplicitous male counterpart...

Brief introduction: Many apologies for duplicate lines and entire stanzas, but an impossible mission to make a clean break to separate what might be analogous surgically removing one Siamese twin from the other, hence you dear reader may/will bet the cat's pajamas that cerebral déjà vu sensation.

Camouflaged as duplicitous male counterpart...

and cross between Sleeping Beauty in drag
and Rip Van Winkle
while reading aloud bedtime poetic story
to my doppelgänger, that may lamely explain

why I duplicated the codified lines of poetry

plus methinks faulty memory of mine

on the fritz, and thence yours truly

in sore need of electric shock therapy
about Wynken, Blynken, and Nod

(courtesy American writer and poet

Eugene Field and published on March 9, 1889).

yours truly succumbed to deep purple sleep

and slumped over like Uriah Heep
cause matter of fact,
he also felt like a combination

of the seven dwarves in general

milling around at the mercy of Snow White

trying his darnedest to shake off feeling tired

thus most closely linkedin with Sleepy

though at times he felt
Grumpy, Happy, Bashful, Sneezy, and Dopey

and his body electric lashed with fatigue,
not just today
but countless weeks in the past
most likely linkedin to side effects
of two recently added prescription medications
(CYCLOBENZAPRINE 5 MG TABS
AND NAPROXEN 500 MG TABS)
to decrease the agonizing backache -
in very close proximity
to the last spinal tap vertebrae,
whereat eye cannot fend off lethargy
especially with onset of
hazy, hot, humid weather which zaps
mental physical, and spiritual energy
no doubting Thomas,
nor even various and sundry
clergy men of cloth would beg to differ.

Undoubtedly impossible mission
to summon faux Parson Brown
probably comfortably hunkered down
alone in the wilderness of Alaska,
perhaps in the same dwelling
solely built courtesy Dick Proenneke -
pronounced PREN-ick-ee
or PREN-a-kee ((/ˈprɛnəkiː/))
a solitudinarian, who lived
by the sweat of his brow
for nearly 30 years
(starting in 1968 at age 51)
the former named - Well actually
holiday song that includes Parson Brown
vidēre licet "Winter Wonderland" includes lyrics,
where a couple builds a snowman
and pretends said entity clergyman
named "Parson Brown,"
who can marry them,
adding a romantic storyline
to the winter-themed tune,
yet shocking truth be told
said named personification manifestation
of "Snowman" in slang
frequently refers to a person
dealing or using cocaine,
a score of eight in golf,
and could also denote a playing card
with the rank of eight or nine,
often used to describe
a "lying rascal" or a deceiver,
according to the Oxford English Dictionary
as revised courtesy Matthew Scott Harris
where in some contexts,
a cold/heartless person,
and anthropomorphized persona grata
could either have been
a specific parson the couple knew
who came to their town
or a placeholder title similar
to “John Doe,”
but as far as I can tell
a believable fabrication - snow job
(or pretend to know for fact),
there was no famous Parson Brown
in the 1900s, hence lyric change
apparently made to make
the song more child-friendly
and poetically/politically correct,
whereat Parson Brown
currently out of season,
though soon to occur stratospheric demand
for his person now
unprecedented as approaching summer
dog days force physical slowdown,
nonetheless the former named
would experience an immediate meltdown
as his schedule booked solid throughout
"Winter Wonderland," when deep freeze
doth make clampdown
within crackling, popping,
and snapping of dry seasoned logs
hoisted off the grounded terra firma
courtesy me own petard a grate idea
most any other human would agree,
no matter sung by masses
with uncertain reason
caroling 'bout said enigmatic figure
heard in every hamlet
or sprawling boomtown
belted clear as bell
o'er nor'easter howl
undeterred by polar vortex windblown
chilling - atlas shrugged
off undaunted facedown
weathering arctic blast
making snow angels
comfortably numb jollity reverses frown
even elderly folks
sport about though grown
spry stick figures shoveling tunnel
courtesy white blanketed lockdown
"careful ma am" not
to fall on keister or crown.

Presence of said parson
linkedin with spate
of blizzard conditions and
Frosty the Snowman,
whose power to bring society
to standstill will not abate
proof positive to commander
in chief who cannot extricate
weather from climate, and trumpets
what he doth cogitate
dismissing global warming -
calling out "end of debate"
twill usher doomsday, cuz he
and trolling henchmen skate
on thin ice, and whose
dawdling crass, base
actions only accelerate
day of wreck conning
when most species will
lack mien ways to acclimate
all the more rhyming reason
to bid mortality adieu
and slumber permanently
battened down hatches
with me sigh hmm...
ease oompa loompa mate.

Tired of feeling sleepy today -
and dawg days of summer yet to arrive
initially written August 17th, 2019
updated today April 29th, 2026.

Lashed with fatigue,
eye cannot fend off lethargy
hazy, hot, humid weather zaps
mental physical, and spiritual energy
no doubting Thomas, nor even men of cloth
various and sundry clergy.

Undoubtedly summoning Parson Brown
currently out of season,
though stratospheric demand
for his person now
unprecedented as summer
dog days force physical slowdown,
nonetheless he would
experience immediate meltdown
booked solid throughout
"Winter Wonderland,"
when deep freeze
doth make clampdown,
no matter sung by masses
with uncertain reason
caroling 'bout said enigmatic figure
heard in every hamlet
or sprawling boomtown
belted clear as bell
o'er nor'easter howl
undeterred by polar vortex windblown
chilling atlas shrugged
off undaunted facedown
weathering arctic blast
making snow angels
comfortably numb jollity reverses frown
even elderly folks
sport about though grown
spry stick figures shoveling tunnel
courtesy white blanketed lockdown
"careful ma am" not
to fall on keister or crown.

Presence of said parson
linkedin with spate
of blizzard conditions and
Frosty the Snowman,
whose power to bring society
to standstill will not abate
proof positive to commander
in chief who cannot extricate
weather from climate, and trumpets
what he doth cogitate
dismissing global warming -
calling out "end of debate"
twill usher doomsday, cuz he
and trolling henchmen skate
on thin ice, and whose
dawdling crass, base
actions only accelerate
day of wreck conning
when most species will
lack mien ways to acclimate
all the more rhyming reason
to bid mortality adieu
and slumber permanently
battened down hatches
with me sigh hmm...
ease oompa loompa mate.

These tired occipital "Occipital orbs" -
not a standard medical term,
but combination of two anatomical terms,
likely referring to the visual center
at the back of the head (occipital lobe)
and the eyes (orbs) that feed it information.

Additionally, these sedentary lovely bones
suddenly feel weary
as well the measly
atrophied trouser snake
and accompanying cojones
while Mister Chatterbox
in my cramped maxed out headroom
buzzfeeds and drones
sometimes imitating sounds
in my ears like ringing fones
competing with hungry tummy that groans
analogous to sounds in the cemetery
linkedin to headstones
and when the grim reaper calls me,
I will bring a copy of some literature
to exercise and exorcise viz jawbones
placing keystones like koans as signpost.

Tired of feeling sleepy today - August 17th, 2019
(the original date I wrote this mash-up
Lashed with fatigue,
eye cannot fend off lethargy
hazy, hot, humid weather zaps
mental physical, and spiritual energy
even men of cloth
various and sundry clergy.

Undoubtedly summoning Parson Brown
currently out of season,
though stratospheric demand
for his person now
unprecedented as summer
dog days force physical slowdown,
nonetheless he would
experience immediate meltdown
booked solid throughout
"Winter Wonderland,"
when deep freeze
doth make clampdown,
no matter sung by masses
with uncertain reason
caroling 'bout said enigmatic figure
heard in every hamlet
or sprawling boomtown
belted clear as bell
o'er nor'easter howl
undeterred by polar vortex windblown
chilling atlas shrugged
off undaunted facedown
weathering arctic blast
making snow angels
comfortably numb jollity reverses frown
even elderly folks
sport about though grown
spry stick figures shoveling tunnel
courtesy white blanketed lockdown
"careful ma am" not
to fall on keister or crown.

Presence of said parson
linkedin with spate
of blizzard conditions and
Frosty the Snowman,
whose power to bring society
to standstill will not abate
proof positive to commander
in chief who cannot extricate
weather from climate, and trumpets
what he doth cogitate
dismissing global warming -
calling out "end of debate"
twill usher doomsday, cuz he
and trolling henchmen skate
on thin ice, and whose
dawdling crass, base
actions only accelerate
day of wreck conning
when most species will
lack mien ways to acclimate
all the more rhyming reason
to bid mortality adieu
and slumber permanently
battened down hatches
with me sigh hmm...
ease oompa loompa mate.