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Bananagraffe on H E R B I N D I

A Banagraffe on H E R  B I N D I

Sing at me, Muse, of that blue-bloody deb

and her costar, cross lover el socio Reb.
Si! Si! Sing at me, Spirit! Behave as you're bid!
Sing the whole enchilada -- nor leave nada hid --
of how, in the beginning, an ear-splitting din

(though ears hadn't evolv'd yet) had put kinfolk in
an estate of great pain. (I retired to my bed,
as did Auntie McAsser with Great Uncle Ned.)

   
Cousin Bella, as well, towards her hammock did hie,

crying, "Christopher Coulomb! I wanna not die."

(As regards that above-noted op'ning in re

its deep drum-deaf'ning din: who's responsible, eh?
At whose feet lies the blame for this circumstance dire?
To find out, do I need to some Holmes homie hire? 
Of a sudden (in answer?) the welkin ran red,
as up, out of the wine cellar, clump'd Señor Ed.

Oh, I know what you're wond'ring: "So: who in hell's he?

Mainly Spanish? Mad-manish? Sheesh! Who can he be?" 

Sui generis, clearly -- not one o' the herd.
Señor Ed was a one-off, one curious bird --

a Reb rooster, in fact, one in search of his hen

as he lurches -- on crutches! -- up out of his den.
In the meantime, the daughter of Protoplast's rib
spots, then mocks, Señor Cock-a-doo's upstanding nib.

"Do I pluprefer deer? Bucks? Stags? Even a hind?
'Deed I do." (As would you when you'd find ties that bind.)  

Thus, suppressing her ego while boosting her id,
Bella moo'd, “Of unsuitable grooms I’d be rid.
So: shall you I wed? Never! With Ed I'd not bide.
I dare not even date you, much less be your bride."
Though its tale shan't now go 'round some "That's a wrap!" bend,
this ballade of the Muse comes not quite to its end.

As was promis'd, Ms. Muse shall no nicety hide

as she takes us on one Harpomarkable ride.
Nor shall, while at her "fable"ous table we dine,
Ms. Muse serve us, instead of a Pinot, white brine: 
Bella ships out for one or another East Indie,
on which fertile isle Bella bags her her bindi. 

A Split Bananagraffe as Coda:

(Materials, none with qualified rhymes, to be incorporated: a work in progress)

I  Idi  her ER rind rend herb 
ibid nerd bier en diner hinder binder