Dopplebuchstabenwortengedichten

     As you 
haul coals to Newcastle, 
might you, pour moi, 
     amass 
aardvarks to sell in 
Abel Beth Maacah...?*
     * The Hebrew Bible refers to the site
and a wise woman who lives there but makes 
no mention of a live animal market.  

     Be these 
t(hr)owers of babble...? 
Blame (sob!) my bum habit, 
     my 
culpa! But Boudreau’s* a 
borderline babbit!”
     * Abbie or Victor? The verses don't say.

Encore, Jorge Luis Borges! 
Cor de l'Argentine eez Jor: "Heez 
accidence enhances stories 
cached een Chechen Cacci'tores!"

     Once 
AM added Daddy-O,*
droll DJ, to my "rahd-i-o," 
     they 
proved: extending feelers 
yields emcees, instead of spielers.
     * Chicago radio personality 
Holmes Daylie (1920-2003)

Affairs of the fart felt in 
far-off terrains risk ripe 
redolence – and barely 
visible stains.

Giggl’ing, one Googles “three 
gaggles o' geese,” crying, 
"Larry* 'n' Sergey*: ple-e-ease 
leave me in peace!"
     * Larry Page and Servey Brin, 
founders of Google

     ‘High-
hat,’ ‘high-hand,’ ‘high-
horse,’ ‘high holy days...’ 
     'high-'…
HAH! (A case of 
“damn'd with tainted phrase”...?)

     In-
voking my μους-, I (non-
Greek) sue for news: “Ανδρα 
μαλαπολλ' εννεπα 
μοι…” 
     Show A-
chilles...? No! Showies 'n' 
tellies show Hellene Elle 
Ilii* (Helen of 
Troy).
     * Genitive singular of 'Ilium.'

     My me-
nage during haj during 
Raj (just for fun) 
     stanch'd my 
stutter: of "...jej-jej...jej-
june..." pals heard none.

    Don’t 
vote to tax Ni-
cola’s Delft or Spode. 
    Do 
kick Nic’s knickknacks' 
taxes down the road. 

     Aboard the 
good ship Lolly-
pop, all’s good. (Such 
sacch'rin smarm's the 
stuff of songs of 
Shirl's.) 
     Still, suckers: 
cease! Please stop such 
Sucker Suck-Ins! 
Sucking leaves o-
bese, balloon-like 
girls.

Your pharaoh dies, befriends my goat -- 
the pair grows fairly chummy. 
Then Nurse and Momma make a film: 
"The Nanny Meeps The Mummy."

A fool shall not for mongeese vouch, 
but cobras choose -- so odd, so...OUCH!

Dr...Sergeant...chili...pot... 
please stop! Put in more pepper...Not! 

     Quick! Go 
east on the Qarghaliq-
Qaraqum Trail:* 
     eat fair 
Bar-B-Q Coq...and great 
Bar-B-Q Quail.
     * The direction travelled -- more ENE -- 
between these two Chinese cuisine hotspots

All at sea in Seas Sargasso, 
sailors soon request a lasso. 
Sassafras's gas shall pass, 
but schlusselfiedels…? "Such a ass!"*
     * Pacé, Mr. Dickens. 

     Kitt's 
kit...? That pattern’s known as 
tattersall. 
     But 
I’ve left torn these knit togs -- 
tatters, all.

     I'd 
figured I'd bagg'd me a 
gnu, up until I'd looked 
under the fur and found 
you, Uncle Phil!

"Vav-vav-...vav...a vav-...va-v-...vavoom!" 
(Hear, hear, this stutter! But from whom...? 
'Tis Dr. D-cup, I presume -- 
she of the fabulous ba-zoom.)

     Would you know 
who...? 'Twas Woodrow 
Wilson's widow. 
Where...? Near Wicklow 
West. What...? Dead.
     Now...
when...? Which clews were 
found state Sunday. 
Whew! (We won't learn 
why.) How...? Bled.

Mix xanthoma with rosacea! 
What results...? A skin disease. 
It's what -- when six xiphopagi 
repaint the xerox room -- one sees.

To marry your mother 
so many years back...? 
My mistake (don't talk back!): 
blame my yackety yak!

     They sang 
"Zizzi-zizzi-...!" yesterday and 
"...boom-boom-aay!" today. 
     So: what 
song shall zyzzogetons* sing to-
morrow...? Hard to say.
     * The very last word, in South American 
leaf hoppers and in my pocket dictionary. (And
the near-to-last word in this doggerel.)