"Pictures at [a Seinfeld] Exhibition"

When Elaine said
“Yada-yada,”
she meant sex had
been “a nada”
vis-à-vis the
bisque at dinner
that had made her ev’ning’s date a sure shtup-winner.

Ma walked in on
George with “Glamour”
catching him in
mid-self-hammer.
Shocked, a fall left
her in traction,
all because her horny son could get no action.

Jerry’s girlfriend,
tho’ still cherry,
thought “the one” just
might be Jerry,
’til Elaine’s tale
of the spilling
of her diaphragm in public proved mood-killing.

Jerry stalled by
diner trouble,
George played games with
brat in bubble
which, pierced during
misprint fighting,
sent poor George, like Huck, for Territ’ry out-lighting.

When his Susan,
died from licking
toxic glues on
envelopes for wedding invitations ’twas elation
that thru’ George's mind soon shot

Stoic (stony!),
George thought, “I’ve dodged
matrimony,
tho’ it really is a shame my bride-to-be has died for me
to slip the knot.”

’Laine cursed Puddy
for not caring
she was damned but
things got muddy
when the priest said,
“Bound for Satan,
are the pair of you ’cause you're both fornicatin’!”

Tho’ they’ve wound up
a cell sharing
for their crimi-
nal uncaring,
their time will go
by a-whizzin’ …
they’re just doing what they’ve always done in prison.