Spoon: Guns, Mobys, Days

Guns and knives...? Some gear retrieved 
from enemy incursion.
Nuns and gyves...? Some kinky brand 
of sexual perversion.
     Moral:
Don't fire until...(you know the drill).
Moby Dick's one tar's tall tale 
of eggshell whales I've read.
In Dough Be Mick, one Gael named Michael's 
made of gingerbread.
     Moral:
When Ahab preys, when Ahab slays,
when Ahab flays, lose "mild, mild day"s.
In The Days of Wine and Roses, 
alcoholics air their ills
while The Ways of Rhine and Doses
plies its path through plonk and pills.
     Moral:
Ope' not the door 
not there before.

Take a Haiku!

Boco  dofogo,  
ha -- Joka  "lomona"  pa:
quaro  SoTavo!  

Nine ten -- 1312!
Five! For 'three-to-one.' Zero:
Seven eleven!

Waxaya,  Zoba;  
ca  (dabaca) da fago -- 
hajaka loma...? 

Transliterations
are in progress as we speak.
Keep tabs on this space!

No poqorasa,
tova woxo yo zabo: 
codo boca...da.

I come to bury
the quality of mercy.
To be...? Or not to...?

Beboppa, Lula! 
Abadab: a dabadab!
Zizzi. Zizzi-zing...?