"Moe"tet: A Constrained Motet

Curly Joe loves, Shemp loves, Moe loves: Ámat, ámas, ámoe!
Moetets are moenophonic in Stooge Abbey, north of Meaux. 
"Praise the Lord," a pious Larry moeans, "and pass the ammoe!"
"But remember," mouths an altruistic Shemp, "the Alamoe!"

Donizetti and Rastelli: Both hail from Bergamoe.

Charles Atlas apes Moe's Beatle mop. Voila: Joe Bonomoe!
Mix Curly Joe a sodium bicarbonate...a bromoe.
"No mo'e burlesque," vows Moe, as Shemp and Larry trade bòn móets.

Mario Cuomoe, Perry Comoe, Kramer (Cosmoe)

hear medieval flaunter Larry chaunt a gigue on chalumeau.
Save a hundredth of a colon (mispronounced by Shemp "cen-tí-moe")
as the Cult'ral Revolution gets a boo(s)t from Chairman M'oe.  

Fine delivers Pisa, "fixes" tow'r beside the Duomoe.

Curly's di'ry's in octavo. Moe's? In duodec'moe).
Six mo’ scenes require deletion from the Stooges' latest demoe
wherein Shemp discovers fire and Moe invents the dynamoe.

See IshMoël meet Moeby Dick. (The fire Moe terms "St. Elmoe.")

"Pick me, Shemp, a weiner! Eenie, meenie, mynie, moe!" 
Watch Moe harpooning whales: "...eleven, ten mo'e, nine mo'e, eight mo'e...!"  
Curly Joe steers nor' by east, encount'ring Quinn (an Eskimoe).

Brace for more tails; now it's Curly Joe's turn: "...six mo'e, five mo'e, fo' mo'e..."  

Larry's fine: fast friends in Springfield find him mixing Flaming Moes. 
Watch Shemp in drag. Shemp's frock? Dior. Shemp's kicks? By Ferragamoe.
Moe's Fugue for Horns and Brickbats? Played (how else?) 'fortissimoe!

Mark Marxman redux: Groucho, Harpo, Chico, Zeppo…Gummoe?

"Go West, young Stooge!" (Moe paints his face; Shemp cries, "Geronimoe!")
Bush shock 'n' awe prompt Abu Ghraib. (Moe guts Guantanamoe.)
Fine gets himself promoeted, making Gen'ralissimoe!

Co-captaining a zepp'lin's harsh heil-handed Nazi homoe.

Watch Curly’s “curls”: they’re burning. Curl! Alert your HMOe. 
While smoth'ring Curly's flames, Moe shouts, "Hold on, Bro...half a moe!" 
Mayo’s burn staff hails Moe's h'roics: "Moe’s a human dynamoe!")

"I'll mime Ali," boasts Larry. Shemp adds, “I’ll mime Archie Moo'e," 
Larry's lost: "If this ain't Banff," he blurts, "perhaps it’s Baltimo'e!"
"It ain't gonn' rain no mo'e," sings Shemp. "It ain't gonn' rain? No, Moe?" 
Watch Moe investigate his inner Mary Tyler Moo'e. 

The mau mau (note: not 'moe moe'!) mistreat Moe. ("J'accuse, Jomoe!")

Peps/Stooges: Larry, Curly Joe, Moe, Manny, Jack 'n' Moe. 
Moe's jammies? Iron-on swastikas! Shemp warns him, "You're a Jew, Moe!
You’d best move to Jerusalem...or, better. Joplin, MOe!"

Hi-yo, Stooges: Shemp plays Tonto, Larry's Silver. Kemoe? Moe!  

Credits roll. (You’ll note the title song, "High Moo'n": it's sung by Keb Mo'e.
Women keen as Silver dies -- post several regimens of chemoe. 
Kidneys failing, Moe expires. His Kaddish? Sung in Kokomoe.

The script, by some dead Irish lad, cites Flah'rty, Liam O'e. 

Not bad -- though Liam's yet to learn that, film-wise, less is mo'e... 
e.g., there's Larry's thirteen-minute speech while sitting 'top Moe's limoe...
Lethargic Larry’s lilt's less largo, more lentissimoe.)

Is laryngitis lethal? Moe consults his working moejo.

"It's this L.A. smog," chokes Larry. "Next location shoot's in Malmöe!"
"You're a moemma's boy," taunts Curly Joe. "Try showin' mo'e machismoe!"
“How sweet: a Swedish shoot," mews Shemp. "Miss Curly? Take a memoe...!"

Three Stooges board the Nautilus; none cheer for Captain Nemoe.

In Hollywood, our Moe's "da man": He's nature's own Nostromoe.
"Let's Poe," says Shemp. "I'm Pym. You're Usher." Moe nods: "No problemoe!
Larry's Hop-Frog; I'm the Raven..." (Quoth I, ravin', "Never, Moe!")