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Monday, March 23, 2020

Wolalypalooza

     A wolaly is a lyric poem incorporating all the elements of a particular word ladder. This new form was originally devised by Ulysses Poe, author of "What A's Not For" and "The Bralphabet." 


     World’s Shortest Wolaly

Sean > Bean


     Two Family Wolalies

Mom > mod > mad > Dad

Sis > sib > bib > bio > Bro 


     An Open > Shut Wolaly

When pies, like cases, open,
that’s when birds begin to sing.
Once pies go in the oven,
those birds can, and do, take wing.
When pies are mere ideas,
even then I pooh-pooh cakes.
Not every lad and lass can boast
an Uncle Sven who bakes.
If Sven won’t don his apron,
then your Sten you’ll need to arm.
No doubt you’ll need to stun Sven only –
not do lethal harm.
When piemen choose to shun their duties,
you’ve no option but
to force the guy to make a pie.
(With that, this case is shut.)


     Wolaly From Top > Toe

How short’s your trip from top > toe...?
’Tis but a single step you go.


     Words > Rules (A Wolalial Hommage a Steven Pinker)

From wormholes wet wake wool-webb’d words
which wend their way from well-walk’d wards.
Wing’d wizards wave their wicked wands.
Their wish, while wintry weather wanes…?
They wish that waters wind up wines,
with which, as well with witches’ wiles,
weird wanderlust within us riles.
(We can't wait, Pinker, for your rules.)


     Wolalia Musica

It’s very old,
my antique oud.
You’d throw it out…?
Some nut be you’d.
(The net’s where
new ouds are pursued.)

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