With an A/B, who's to say be-
ret'd artistes won't make a baby?
With a C/D, yes indeedy!
We shall catch a cold. We’re speedy.
With an E/F, even we -- deaf! --
dare we not erect a G-clef?
With a G/H, waving fee, wage
and expense, we'll twirl a tach gauge.
With an I/J, we'll oblige (say)
Raul Castro to chirp, "Hi,
Che!"*
With a K/L, if we say, "Well...
no can do!" there'll be, to pay,
hell.
With an M/N, men from Bremen
and good luck, we'll launch a lemon.
We'll, with O/P (though with no pi-
ranhas), craft kachinas (Hopi).
With a Q/R, seven who are
skill’d can blow a "vaquum" Dewar.
With an S/T, we'll not rest. (He
who might thwart us? Wa-a-ay too chesty.)
With a U/V -- ain't it groovy? –
we should shoot a silent "mouvie."
Double U/X…? Single U/X…?
“Second’s best,” notes Ernest Truex.'
Last, with Y/Z, something spicy.
Backwards zoos! (Though zoos prove pricey.)
PlaysWellWithLetters is a blogorrheal notebook of Nonsense in rhyming metres accompanying often-inconsequential sequencial graphics all issuing from the hands and/or minds of Sgt. N. ("Jim") Smithe-Magee, amateur author/illustrator whose several books are available online from Politics & Prose Bookstore under the nom de charade Ulysses Poe.
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