were collared at "Occupy Gasoline Alley."
No -kissangel, Bally-, no Rumpole de Bailey,
no :: .. : . :.: ... :: . . : . . :: : : :.: . -- (too Brailley).
No "Serpent! From hence shalt thou crawl on thy belly..."
No sesame bialy, no Sam's "Wooly Bully."
No Elliot, Billy, no brews news "-corn, Barley-."
(Attorney Mel Belli’s okay -- tho' just barely).
No Brahmins from Bollywood bruising Brad's brolly
while filming him brawling in ballrooms on Bali.
Caught: Lassie, a Collie, cavorting in ceilidh
while wildcatting coke for a cartel call'd Cali.
Deploy'd at Da's Deli, in drag: "Hello, Dolly,"
one debuting daughters of Salvador Dali.
Elle's Christmas equale, penned especiale,
in Ely was panned as "a tad Emmental-y."
Fat, fatuous Frawley erected a folly
wherein he philander'd (we feel) fairly freely --
until he f**k'd Fifi, one fleet femme fatale.
"Game goalie -- no ghoul, he -- vaults, gaily, a gully..."
or so reads this galley proof. (It’s a spoof...? Golly!)
His comet, called Halley, flies frequent as hail; he*
just trolls his noëls haling IVs and Holly.
* Sgt. Jim N. Smithe-Magee (the N stands
for 'Natale')
Her Berryness (Hallé) our Holy of Holies
defiled on her Harley. (Heard howl'd: "-leuia! Halle-")
Allama Iqbal: he ingests his ice lolly
then misinflects 'Italy' (terms it 'I-tal-y').
Joined: Fisher (Joely) with wa-a-a-ay too much jelly.
She (formerly scrawny) grows brawny, though jolly.
Kiss one: □ goddess Kali; □ Kristyna Kashvili;
□ the Senate's "-son, Hutchi-" aka Kay Bailey.
La Langtry's a Lily and Eli's a Lily
and Allen and Tomlin -- each lovely, both Lilys.
But Lorelei Lee, though not lowly, 'sno Lily,
and buds just won't bud for Jean-Baptiste de Lully.
Mrs. Bloom's christen'd Molly, Ms. Meg's a Mulally,
whilst Earhart's called 'Meeley' or 'Millie' (or 'Mellie').
Bly is dress'd Nattily, as is Naphtali.
Undressed: Censorinus (de die Natali).*
* Infamous, of course, for composing in his
'birthday suit.'
One dragon called Ollie, one Taitz known as Orly:
once tether'd together, one true 'two and only.'
Pass the pralines to Pauly! Punt pretzels to Pele!
But, soft! Here's a U-turn: some cracker wants Polly!
Quick! What sort (qualis, quali) be Great-uncle Quigley
to level at Neville his poisonous quill, eh...?
"Retreat...? Never! Rally!" rants Wall Street cop Raleigh.
"Those kids were unruly!" (Still, leper spray, really...?)
See Sally. Run, Sally! Run, silly Svengali!
(They once jogg'd with others, but now they sprint soli.)
This thirteenth timbale near trebles our tally.
Let's meet in St. Louis (clang-clang goes its trolley).
Ulysses (called Uly) blows hot ukulele.
His riffs and routines are esteemed -- not unduly.
Vern heard cross the valley a thunderous volley:
applause from Volturno but boos from Vercelli.
Where's Wonka-ther-Willy...? Where's Monte-ther-Woolley...?
Where's Cleaver-ther-Wally...? Died -- doin'-the'r-Wheelie.*
* A quartet of hommages a Edward Bear aka
Winnie-ther-Pooh.
X fields 'Xiphoidally; Y yields '"Yardboid"ally.'*
Z...? 'Tis for 'Zigmund' (though not Zigmundfreudally).
* In the manner (and with the accent...?) of Charlie Parker
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