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Thursday, February 8, 2018

"Question poet Rainer Rilke..." Ilka Bilk: A Nonsense Rhyme (from AmalgaMates)

Question poet Rainer Rilke. Ask the Castro's Harvey Milk.
Put the screws to Sergeant Bilko. Grill each counsel taking silk:
"If thrice-married Ilka Chase wed clarinetist Acker Bilk,
could you your nonsense demons face...? Would you acknowledge Ilka Bilk...?"

Enjoin the junkster Michael Milken. Query dunkster "Highlight" Wilkins.
Sweat "Twelve Days"'s maids a-milkin.' Needle newsman Dexter Filkins:
"Were it true that Ilka Chase got hitched to Mr. Acker Bilk,
would you forgive with style and grace...? Or would you taser Ilka Bilk...?"

Through the wringer put a silkie. Pick the brains of Wendell Wilkie. 
Quiz Britt (Mai) or Sommer (Elke). Ask 'em all, and all their ilk: "Hey!
Had the former Ilka Chase plied troth to now-dead Acker Bilk,
might ya'll commit the coup-de-grace and slap the face of Ilka Bilk...?"

Ask who pens a J. S. Mill key. Check each army sergeant's drill key.
Wait, and watch, and wonder, "Will Keye Luke be renamed "Buttermilk...?"
(But I digress.) Had Ilka Chase declared "I do" to Acker Bilk,
would you choose user interface to plead the case of Ilka Bilk...?

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