Frag Rags Abecedarially Constrained (Unpub)

     My
tricot-knit-
ted lab coats sit
in stacks of fit-
ty-three.

     Con-
ceived in 9
BC, did fine
two thousand Au-
tumns…? Me.
 
     ‘Tis
time, Big Mac:
define exac-
tly what’s in back
of ‘pure’:
     A-
bomina-
ble causes end
in bad effects,
for sure.
 
     Her
songs she’s lef'
in standard clef –
G, F…more off-
ten C.
     “To-
night,” she boasts,
“I’ll frighten ghosts,
if ghostly hosts
there be.”
 
     E-
nough! It’s quite e-
nough, eh, Whitey…?
Few’s preferr’d
to many.
     Sell
hot pants…? Not
in Delhi…? Jodh-
pur dealers don’t
want any.)
 
     “Is
she a fake…?”
they howl. “Si! J.
K. Rowling’s not
her name.”
     ‘Tain’t
no mirage:
at home, she’s ‘Taj’;
klangfarben is
her game.
 
     Though
Royal Dutch,
the common touch
is “air’d” by K
LM.
     Each
flight’s quite calm –
no “flying bomb.”
(I love to fly
with them.)
 
     Try
kosher Spam –
no pork, no ham.
Delish?... You bet
your glans!
     No
ham! No pork!
Just grab your fork!
(It comes in one-
pound cans.)
 
     Qu-
ranic scho-
lar Samar’s hol-
ler: “Stop! Q’ran’s in-
correct!
     Stop!
Q’rans ‘u’s drop!”
(You ask who’ll stop
it…? I shall: what’s
your sect…?)
 
     And
have you heard
this Scrabble word:
‘suq’…? (‘R’s are in
it…? No.)
     Still,
rules there are.
The best by far:
Stick, nerds, to words
you know.
 
     The
Duke of York’s
turn’d love for storks
into a dork’s
bag queer.
     Still,
storks in si-
tu voted three
to one to shun
this peer.
 
     This
plea’s for you,
VW
detailer. My
fixation…?
     A peacock-blue
VW
x-rated dec-
oration.
 
     No-
body owns
sitars with drones.
Now, xylophones
are trendy.
     Who
knows what’s next!
Perhaps a sex-
y zither’s mode
vivendi.
 
     Some
jazz is Thai
(I can’t think why).
Zaire sports jazz
bands, too.
     And Paris has
its Hot Le Jazz,
a blend of old
and new.