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Tuesday, August 27, 2019

Homagee Jon Agee

     The
Jon plying palindromes...? That Jon you know.      
     Here’s fif- 
teen Agees -- anagrams. Bid each “Hello.”

     Jane
Goe, niece of Jon’s and a bit of a ‘ho. 
     Voi-
la! Meet Jean Ego, the pseudo Poirot.                                      

     The
gypsy cum bard e. e. jango makes rhymes.                                          
     E. J.
Genoa salts his salamis with limes.

     Gee! An 
O. J.! (An Orenthal James substitute.)
     J, age
one, squats Luvs-swaddl’d. (That toddler’s so-o-o-o-o cute.)                                      
     Jo, a
gene: lots of chromosomes – quite a few doz.                                      
     Og, nee
J. A., Cro-magnon bride. (Bedded her cuz.)

     Geo/
Jean (George/Jeanine), as hermaphrodite sex'd. 
     J. (E...?) 
A.: gone – but track’d through a milk-carton text.

     Miss
Agee – Go, Janee! – the pompom queen. (Rah!)                                     
     Joe 
Egan, Beau’s Irish twin. (Egan go bragh!)                                        

     Could
Ogee Jan’s treatments grace windows uptown…?                               
     No J.
Agee’s one fate Jon must take “lying down.”                                            

     -jee,
Goan (no name, honorific attach’d).
     He’s half
Hindu, half Portuguee (sic): sri unmatch’d.                                   

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