Wholly Satyrday: Four Antique Greek Dialectics in Dialect...Plus a Penultimate Eggcentricity

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        Euthyphro:
No way, José, on Sattaday,

a “What-in-hell’s-the-matta…?” day!

Shall COVID virus soon expire us…?

'Attaway!

       Socrates:

Still, come what may, it’s Sattaday,

a “Choc’late-Cupcake-Batta” day.

And (none too soon) I’ll lick the spoon...

on Sattaday. 

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       Euthyphro:

Vous! Vous allez! It’s Sattaday,

an “Alice’s-Mad-Hatta” day.

Another briefing, Dung-in-Chiefing

sadder day.

       Socrates:

But, by the way, it's Sattaday,

an Amaryllis-Attaday.

Aromas’ spew I love. Don’t you…

on Sattaday…? 

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       Euthyphro:
Though it's cliche, it’s Sattaday,

a “Chimpanzee-like-Chatta” day.

From podium flows odium.

(That’s ev’ry day.)

       Socrates:

But, blue or grey, it’s Sattaday,

a “Fasts-But-Make-Me-Fatta” day.

“Please, just one smidgen, Señor Fridge,

on Sattaday...?”

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       Euthyphro:
Hip! Hip! Hooray! It’s Sattaday,

an “Energy-from-Matta…?” day.

The second's dark. The first...? A quark...

...or gamma ray.

       Socrates:

Still, “Yay!” or “Nay!”, it’s Sattaday!

Speak: Former…? Or the lattaday...?

(I opt for “Yea!” And, thus: “Hooray:

It’s Sattaday.” )

Eggcentric Apple:
I Heart Noeuf Yolk!