Eye riposte punderful rhymes posted here,
Such as kids tin-can gulping
And trees friction pulping, a temperate sere.
I don’t post punderful rimes, that is clear.

It is hom-homophones reely I caul
Up with mai keyboard beetings—semantic defeetings;
I’m halving a bawl
With the hom-homophone spree that wont stall.

Pal, pure parody posting
Requires real rhyme roasting,
Alliterativeness, although
Big batches become boaring;
Impact is imploring: “Pleas,
Pal, pare!” Parabla-poach.

I don’t post punderful rites without peer.
There’ll bee know missal troping
And Noh auntie-Poping. . .
Lade those on a beer.
Eye toast, “Prost!” tummy-full thyme. . .fool of bier.

Yes, this parody posting
Is parono[masia] roasting
(A pair o’ D’s is—well, ewe no!).
Ellipsis I’m naught hording
Linguist schmorgasboarding. . .
An ear for whimsy à go-Gogh.

Is this post punishment? I Shirley fear.
There’ll bee Noh missile troping
Butt much brandy toping
Two get mi inn Gere
As I post pun-dearthful crime
And cry, “Prost!”. . .plum burn-still wine.
I’ve imposed posts; post-this-crime: outta here!