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Friday, August 12, 2022

A Final Four-Fold Foray into "Hat/Cattle" Folderol

     Letter ç appears to be pronounced something like 
/ch/ in the Turkmen word 'çal,' meaning 'grey' in that 
language. The neologism 'çalcells' as a Turkmen-Anglo 
hybrid refers to the brain in an Agatha Christie sense 
of (little) grey cells. In The Big Sleep we hear Chandler's 
hero comment on the locale's ratio of guns to gray 
matter -- all of which leads to the first of another 
(possibly final...?) series of "hat/cattle" verses.

Philip Marlowe: "My, my! Glut of guns! No brains! Why...?
Don'cha know...? It's all gats and no çalcells."

There be basins in France where Typhaceae plants
fail to grow: they're all jattes and no cattails.

Dumpty Drumpf dumpsters docs. Guilty...? Down to his socks! 
Drumpf must go! He's all rat: no acquittal!

Some fraternities quash any hazing of frosh.
Mu Tau Rho's one: all frat and no paddle.

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