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Monday, April 9, 2018

Orbiting Io: Metathesis

On the day – Cinco de Mayo
Maricopa I “-ver fly o-“
in my search for Joe Arpaio,
might I find my “-génes Dio-”? 

Ill-spelt ‘milq’ I’ll not “-ver cry o-,"
nor spilt tears from nymph “-be Nio-“
till Joe, masked, yells, “Silver, Hi-yo!”
as in tales told tall by Ngaio.

On MacDonald’s farm (e-e-e-i-o),
Ronald’s fuel is largely bio-.
As for Indians -- “-wa Kio-“?
All “force fled” to far Ohio.

Singing, "Why O Why O Why O 
did I ever leave -ming Wyo-?"
as you cry, "con Dios vayo,"
am I preaching to the "choio"?

G&S’s “-lanthe Io-“?
Best of Savoy’s “-ramas dio-.”
Still, why’d Messi (Who? “-nel Lio-“)
choke come Cup time? Me, oh, my-o!

Since my cable guy's from Fios,
I’m stuck writing more “-U I-Os,”
which enflames my “-rrhea pyo-.“
So, I'll just say “-nara sayo-!”

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