Tweedle Dee, twin, looks to raising a din.
A priest of Shaolin books a Holiday Inn.
Marty, with Spin, wagers two bucks to win.
Gen'ral Mike Flynn rages: "Change for a fin...?"
Harlequin chokes on some crocodile skin.
Irving Berlin strokes his chinny-chin-chin.
Ho Chi Minh preys -- with a shit-eatin' grin.
Rin-tin-tin plays on Scott Cao's violin.
Hester Prynne nurses her tonic-less gin.
Sergey Brin curses: "I've shatter'd my shin."
Lohengrin pauses one brief New York min.
Twain's Huck Finn jaws, "Is that your cotton gin...?"
Laden, Osamma bin pays for our sins.
Wynn -- i.e., Keenan Wynn -- brays, "West Berlin!"
Ed Wynn pulls into Bonn's lush loony bin.
Anais Nin sins, using plush bowling pins.
Cardinal Sin knows no kith -- and few kin.
Anthony Quinn blows one mean mandolin.
Calvet, Corinne buys a French mannequin.
Gunga Din lies on his Siamese twin.
Loretta Lynn's wrist's like her waist: wafer thin.
Howard Zinn's fists Howard's dubb'd 'Yang' and 'Yin.'
Tweedle Dum, twin, also raises a din.
(Some verses "fin" [sic] much as they begin.)
