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Friday, August 16, 2019

'-Ling' Weenies

Aetheling:
heir to a king (not a queen).
Brisling:
a sprat cann'd in oil -- a sardine.

Carling:
Canadian black-label'd beer.
Darling:
my sweetie. (Though meaty, mine’s dear.)

Ealing:
where Mick meets his Rolling Stones mates.
Foundlings:
wee bairns left at rectory gates.

Groundlings:
“the stinkards” who stand in “the yard”
once referr'd to in “Hamlet,” 
as penn’d by “The Bard.”

Howling:
where Cold Comfort Farm sits enisled.
Inkling:
stands drinks at the Eagle and Child.

Jing’ling:
in Anderson’s “Sleigh Ride,” this lyric, 
once heard as nostalgic, 
now's mere atmospheric.

Keelhauling:
punishment meted to tar.
Ling Ling:
“A panda walks into a bar…”

Mayerling:
Rudolph shoots Mary Vetsera.
Nursling:
housed monks in a medieval era.

Ogling:
to stare where her breasts form a V.
Pauling:
proponent of Vitamin C.

Quisling:
his nose turn'd a tattletale brown.
Ringling:
the circus is coming to town!

Shandling:
did stand-up. (I never scor'd tickets.)
Ting-a-Ling:
cover'd by Clovers and Crickets.

Underling:
status – the least in the place.
Veiling:
a fabric of gauze or fine lace.

Whaling:
what Queequeg and Ahab and Ish-
mael slaved at while trailing 
a largish white fish.

Xest Ling:
for milling and drilling. (Who knew?)
Yuengling:
America’s family brew.

Zetterling:
resolute...? Always! Not shy –
with her “act-ling,” “direct-ling and “lov-ling…” 
(Oh, Mai!)

But now I shan’t linger, 
lest babbling ensue:
lingonberries, linguistics, linguines: 
-lingsnu?

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