comprises twenty-six
atmospheric
curiosities
in Technicolor pics.
My Bacchanalphabet delights
in rites of Dionysus.
For ‘S’ the matter’s satyr plays.
For ‘I’ the subject's ISIS.
My chapbook, Chaparralphabet,
shows six and twenty plants.
Each blooms in northern Baja,
there its scrubland to enhance.
My so-called Donegalphabet
commends the Em’rald Isle.
(I wrote as well a Dalphabet,
Afghanistani-style.)
My gem, my Emmentalphabet,
unfurled a world of cheese:
Areeshes through Zanetti parmigianos.
(Jeez! No Bries!)
I penned a Femmefatalphabet.
Dark ladies shape its theme:
those Mses who emasculate,
those Mrses who scheme.
Apace I traced my Galphabet
of naughty girls and nice.
I proffer'd them, should not
my Femmefatalphabet suffice.
Please don’t forget Halalphabet.
It features food taboos.
Okay are artichokes and ziti.
Not okay is booze.
My International’phabet
posts patriotic songs.
Some ten plus two require kazoo.
(Just one needs Chinese gongs.)
You might enjoy Joualphabet.
My trips to Montreal
exposed me to their language blue –
in Quebecoisey drawl.
My curious Kanalphabet
portrays the manhole covers
of Polish cities – twenty-six! –
much rummaging discovers.
In viewing my LoCalphabet,
do dieters explore
the benefits of kelp and grits?
They do, for less is more.
My Mygalsalphabet corrals
those gals with punk reputes –
tarts, hookers, slags, streetwalkers, hags,
loose women, prostitutes.
Behold Neanderthalphabet!
Ancestral tales it tells –
from Australos through salmon roes
to simple single cells.
My Freud'an Oedipalphabet
lists psychoanalytical
complexes in a nexus.
(Some folks say I'm hypocritical.)
in Technicolor pics.
My Bacchanalphabet delights
in rites of Dionysus.
For ‘S’ the matter’s satyr plays.
For ‘I’ the subject's ISIS.
My chapbook, Chaparralphabet,
shows six and twenty plants.
Each blooms in northern Baja,
there its scrubland to enhance.
My so-called Donegalphabet
commends the Em’rald Isle.
(I wrote as well a Dalphabet,
Afghanistani-style.)
My gem, my Emmentalphabet,
unfurled a world of cheese:
Areeshes through Zanetti parmigianos.
(Jeez! No Bries!)
I penned a Femmefatalphabet.
Dark ladies shape its theme:
those Mses who emasculate,
those Mrses who scheme.
Apace I traced my Galphabet
of naughty girls and nice.
I proffer'd them, should not
my Femmefatalphabet suffice.
Please don’t forget Halalphabet.
It features food taboos.
Okay are artichokes and ziti.
Not okay is booze.
My International’phabet
posts patriotic songs.
Some ten plus two require kazoo.
(Just one needs Chinese gongs.)
You might enjoy Joualphabet.
My trips to Montreal
exposed me to their language blue –
in Quebecoisey drawl.
My curious Kanalphabet
portrays the manhole covers
of Polish cities – twenty-six! –
much rummaging discovers.
In viewing my LoCalphabet,
do dieters explore
the benefits of kelp and grits?
They do, for less is more.
My Mygalsalphabet corrals
those gals with punk reputes –
tarts, hookers, slags, streetwalkers, hags,
loose women, prostitutes.
Behold Neanderthalphabet!
Ancestral tales it tells –
from Australos through salmon roes
to simple single cells.
My Freud'an Oedipalphabet
lists psychoanalytical
complexes in a nexus.
(Some folks say I'm hypocritical.)
My Pastoralphabet portrays
poetical bucolics
where shep- and cowherds schlep through cow turds.
Frolics. Rollics. Bollix!
poetical bucolics
where shep- and cowherds schlep through cow turds.
Frolics. Rollics. Bollix!
( a work in progress)
Quetzalcoatlphabet
Quetzalcoatlphabet
Roncevalle’phabet
Saturnalphabet
TajMahalphabet
UberAll’phabet
Valhall’phabet
WailingWallphabet
Xylitolphabet
Y'allphabet
Zoologicalphabet
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