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Tuesday, August 3, 2021

Lack of Footwear & Other Disgraces (Unpub)

     The cobbler's children without shoes 
is hardly the world's sole calamity.

Arrestees’ angels…? No “adieu”s.
Brewers’ babies boast no brews.
Commandos’ chickadees…? No coups.
Debtors dickenses…? No dues.
Emoters’ enfants…? No “Et tu…?”s.
Flouters’ floor apes…? No “F. U.!”s
Grumeti gremlins grok no gnus.
Hostesses’ heirs…? No “How do!”s.
Iceman’s issue…? No igloos.
Jesters’ juveniles…? No jeuxs.
Klezmers’ kids…? Nope! No kazoos.
Lav sweeps’ lambs lay up no loos.
Milkmen’s moppets mint no “Moo-oo-oo!”s.
Nudges’ nippers nab no “Nu…?”s.
Ooglers’ offspring own no “Oo-oo-ooh!”s.
Pess’mists’ putti pot no “pooh!”s.
Quizkids (Q’s): some As; no Qs.
A rascal’s rug rat rates no ruse.
Sous chefs’ shavers stir no stews.
Touristiques’ toddlers…? No Toulouse.
Uhura’s urchins…? No Urdus.      
Voyeurs’ very young…? No views.
Wu Zaos’ womb fruit win no Wus.      
(e)Xecs xeroxes…? No xus.
Yes-men’s youngun’s…? No “You, too”s.      
Zebus’ zipsters…? Zen…? No: Zeus!

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