Under construction.

Due to the disastrous crashing of my computer, I have nothing complete to offer for this week's idea. However, I do have an offering to tide over the ravenous appetites of the authors that be. It will be concluded at a later date.

The Jerovian Debate

The election in Jerova was a breach in the usual electoral structure. The former Great Jeroon, a demagogue with a tendency towards drinking, made an unprecedented decision to retire from office, rather than serving, as is customary, until death. The two contestants seeking the abandoned title were Jekrov’al, renowned for his necromancy and neologism, and Jerlav’el, a virago with an obsessive love for bunny rabbits. Already, tensions were at an all-time low in Jerova: the entrance of these thespians onto the political scene propelled the country into a vapid atmosphere as thick as jee soup. People were avidly seeking to avoid their jobs so to stay home and sleep; and accounts of malingering among the work force took a sharp rise. The Jextras were called out in full force to fulfill their vicarious duties- Jerova had entered its standard electoral slump. Unfortunately, Mr. Jekrov’al and Mme. Jerlav’el were not your average prudent, boring speakers. Both were deprecated for their articulacy; Jerkov’al had an uncomfortably exciting appearance similar to that of a cadaver, while Jerlav’el generally sported fuzzy pink bunny-patterned breeches and a bombastic personality. Oh no, it was not to be a standard election at all.

(to be cont'd.)


Peony the perspicacious pig played a pristine tune.
She played with pertinacity from dawn to dusk to noon.
But Pono, the phantasm pooch, with proud ears in a point,
Felt piqued by P’ony’s pretty tune when he passed by her joint.
For Pono’s philistine persona proclaimed that he should hold
A prickle for philanthropists- and P’ony was of that mold.
So Pono pounded passively upon Peony’s door;
He was piled with pervasion to be rude and nothing more.
“Why Pono, what a pleasure!” came Peony’s pretty voice.
“How perfect my perimeters are your peripatetic choice.”
“Pray practice punctuality,” Pono pronounced with a sneer.
“For practically a paragraph have I been pacing here!”
But P’ony merely smiled at the persnickety pup;
For Parakeet and Piebald, at that moment, did pop up.
Said Parakeet to Piebald, “Must that puppy persevere
“In performing such pathetic acts for everyone to hear?
“They say he’s a philanderer, unpleasant as can be
“But a poor, phlegmatic countenance is all he’s proved to me!”