Hommage a Barry (or Reggie or...)

There's the white call'd alabaster. There's the white of bleached bones.
There's the white of shirts with collars donn'd by fuddy-duddy Jones.
There's the white on cliffs at Dover. There's the whites of plovers' eggs.
There's the white of coward's feathers as that cad forgiveness begs.
There's the predatory great white. (Aren't white herons great as well...?)
There are white piano iv'ries. Jack White knows no parallel.
Seen on airplane flights: white knuckles. Heard in proxy fights: white lies.
And on Broadway, cows named Milky White. (In Sondheim's play, one dies.*)     * In "Into the Woods"
I have childhood friends who're non-white. Off-off-white's a fashion shade.
Pearl White's both a color and an actress. (One was bound to fade.)
There's the White Queen -- friend to Alice. White rice...? On the whole, it's white.
Ms. Snow White (who lived with seven dwarves). White trash enhances blight.
There's the ultra white of salesmen's smiles. Vanilla white's for cones,
while white wine is not. (How far we've got from cliffs and bleachéd bones!)
Cafe singers croon "White Xmas." Hey!  Both you and I are white.
Sure, but Barry White (I'm sure I'm right) is black -- and outta sight!