"Seventy-six Lampoons"

Seventy-six lampoons, if this makes the grade,
off to this site I’ve sent, and have more planned,
and now I suppose if those draw fewer bashings than kudos
amiright will continue to be Stanned.

Even my nixed lampoon, and I did send one
in the “Major Gen.” form vignetting “plastic pine,”
Tho’ by our host declined -- “Don’t need” -- (and it’s _his_ site, I concede)
’twas too fun to write for me to mind.

Here a proper lot o’ Tin Pan Alley farcers’ tunes
thundering fun do bring ev’ry single day:
tubs o’ well-hewn phonies come in by platoons --
by next-day noons, they’re on display.
With a fifty count of Stan-songs in my battery,
wondering could plundering songs become a bore,
dare I bet this exercise will someday soon not tantalize,
I scorned the very thought and wrote some more.

Seventy-six lampoons now make my parade
if one that's twice-stored I count, and one not here
(the latter is thanks to a bong of the censorial gong
the former is my own mistake, I fear).

Seventy-six lampoons to which I now can point,
include a few good, some bad, and most just fair.
But I’ll modestly cook up plays on songs ’til I can ape the ways
that amiright’s top pooh-bahs craft their fare.