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Tuesday, June 19, 2018
"Balk'd Dante Gabriel Rossetti: 'Actors all adored Arletty...'" Rossetti Libretti: A Constrained Nonsense Alphabet
Balk’d Dante Gabriel Rossetti:
"Actors all adored Arletty.
Buddha bomb'd. Banned’s Bouncing Betty.
Bumm'd? You bet!"
-- Rossetti
Squawk’d Dante Gabriel Rossetti:
"Calder color codes confetti.
Done to death's damn’d Donizetti.
Paid his debt..."
-- Rossetti.
Blabb’d Dante Gabriel Rossetti:
"Each ‘n’ ev'ry etching’s Eddie.
‘Frickin’ fruit,’ foam’d Ferlinghetti.
‘C'est ma fete!’” *
-- Rossetti
* It's my party -- I'll decry if I want to.
Gabb’d Dante Gabriel Rossetti:
"Getty's grabb’d my Giacometti.
Hire some 'hound! hire Wainthropp, Hetty!
('T'swhat I get.)"
-- Rossetti
Ink’d Dante Gabriel Rossetti:
"Imre couldn't swim. Instead, he
found Bea’s dinghy by the jetty.*
Game and set!"
-- Rossetti
* Lilly line from film classic “On Approval”
Wink’d Dante Gabriel Rossetti:
"Singer Ketty, scribbler Letty,
thespi'n Freddie, pharaoh Seti:*
tetes-a-tetes!"
-- Rossetti
* Lester, Cotton Pogrebin, Prinz, Jr. (sick!),
Menmaatre (sic)
Mused Dante Gabriel Rossetti:
"Mis-matched: Mario Andretti's
mash notes (mese, trite, nete...)?*
Get the net!"
-- Rossetti
* Three pitch indicators from an antique
Greek musical system (as if you didn't know).
Schmoos’d Dante Gabriel Rossetti:
"Op-eds? On one's Olivetti?
Paints a pretty paltry -- petty! --
picture, pet..."
-- Rossetti
Reel’d Dante Gabriel Rossetti:
"Quite the "ultimi quartetti":
Ax, Bell, Chang, Ma! Are you ready?"*
(Flag'olet?
...Rossetti*)
* Emanuel on piano, Bell and Chang
on first and second violins, Ma on 'cello...
* ...and Dante Gabriel himself sitting in
on fipple flute.
Spiel’d Dante Gabriel Rossetti:
" Saucers, stalled o'er Serengeti,
seen by science sods from SETI,
pose no threat..."
-- Rossetti
Scrawl’d Dante Gabriel Rossetti:
"Spermaceti-spiked spaghetti!
Spilt sour sauce all down my teddy...
...need laundrette..."
-- Rossetti.
Drawl’d Dante Gabriel Rossetti:
"After Uly'd up and 'e't, he'd
vomit: veddy viral! Veddy!
Phone the vet!"
-- Rossetti
Crack’d Dante Gabriel Rossetti:
" Wraiths of a monastic Wetti*
were, for sure, X-rated. Yet he
did not fret..."
-- Rossetti
* Wetti's full story can be found
in the Wikipedia article "Visio Wettini."
Yak’d Dante Gabriel Rossetti:
"Yes, I've yearn’d to bag a Yeti
eatin’ ziti (mispell'd 'zeti')."
(How all wet's
Rossetti...?!)
"Once the world was but fire or earth, water or air..." E Equals... or Physics Schmysics!
Once the world was but fire or earth, water or air.
'Twas when He was Head Honcho. Dissenters were rare.
Then a diff’rent reality Albert E. bared:
it seems e equals m times the speed of light squared.
Cast your mind back to Einstein, of mad-as-March hair.
To eschew Albert’s “view of the u”? Who dared dare?
Yet some did disagree: I, for one, bellowed, “Merde!
Are you kiddin’ me? Energy’s m times c squared”?
What else? Dark matter? Black holes? Quarks everywhichwhere?
Leapin’ leptons? Bad bosons? Far fruitier fare?
My Old Testament cosmos can ne’er be repaired –
not when energy’s mass times the speed of light squared.
Other cosmoi in parallel? Damn’d if I care!
Does my clock slow the faster I go? C’est la guerre!
I’d prefer Al’d not shared. I’d much rather be spared
each new round that compounds “E be (zounds!) mc²”
'Twas when He was Head Honcho. Dissenters were rare.
Then a diff’rent reality Albert E. bared:
it seems e equals m times the speed of light squared.
Cast your mind back to Einstein, of mad-as-March hair.
To eschew Albert’s “view of the u”? Who dared dare?
Yet some did disagree: I, for one, bellowed, “Merde!
Are you kiddin’ me? Energy’s m times c squared”?
What else? Dark matter? Black holes? Quarks everywhichwhere?
Leapin’ leptons? Bad bosons? Far fruitier fare?
My Old Testament cosmos can ne’er be repaired –
not when energy’s mass times the speed of light squared.
Other cosmoi in parallel? Damn’d if I care!
Does my clock slow the faster I go? C’est la guerre!
I’d prefer Al’d not shared. I’d much rather be spared
each new round that compounds “E be (zounds!) mc²”
"Adieu, au revoir, bat 'n' budgerigar..." Two-By-Two Toodle-oo! or See Ya! A Round
Adieu, au revoir, bat ‘n’ budgerigar.
But don’t lease no compacts from Hearse Rend-A-Car.
Bye-bye, bon voyage, fox ‘n’ folles sans la cage.
Who arrives in a Rolls might depart in a Dodge.
Cha wil’awib, ciao, mink ‘n’ manatee cow.
Take the A train to Haarlem. (Take our LEM? Nohow!)
Dwell “sweetly at home,” ray ‘n’ rath known as ‘mome.’
We know fellas who’ll sell y’as a sled. Get to know’m!
Egogahans, exeunt, dalmatian ‘n’ dachshund.
Get gas as you pass The Hind Quarter in Dortmund.
Farvael, fare thee well. tit ‘n’ Thompson’s Gazelle.
If you fail to go ‘way, then (we pray), “Go to hell!”
Gorusaedaek, godspeed, cat ‘n’ centipede. We’d
rather loudly “ya-wo’d” ye. (What mo’ do yobs need?)
Hasta pronto, ha’uu, gila monster ‘n’ gnu.
Put to sea, mes amis! (Use our racing canoe.)
Ite, te! Missa est, roc ‘n’ robin red breast.
Rockin’ Robin’s your tour guide. Rob’s bromide? “Go west!”
Je voudrais – oui! -- aller, boar ‘n’ Bichon Frise
“De-“ no “-tour” till we’re sure you’re both far, far away.
Kiss my kisser goodbye, toad ‘n’ tsetse fly. Hie
thyselves hence, b’yond yon fence till you’re where tongues speak Thai.
Lla yhennik und lebewohl, bee ‘n’ B. Oriole.
Gondolas? Coming. Start humming that barcarole.
Mangadem, miss you, too, salamander ‘n’ shrew.
Drive our Daewoo Lacetti. It’s ready: are you?
Ndaga and nighty-night, wombat ‘n’ white-tailed kite.
Your ship has sailed? Hail the mail stage; it’s dynamite!
Onward and ou’ward, cabrilla ‘n’ cowbird.
Please pick our jihrik’sha; it’s not under-powered.
Pothu barp,’ pax vobisc!, bison ‘n’ basilisk
Post haste! Our post chaise is free. (View this compact disc.)
Qaukpattauk, q’ipurkama, leipoa ‘n’ llama.
“Good day!” (We’ve a way with the inverted comma.)
Rononai, ‘rivederch, Pygmy Pig, Yellow Perch.
Run ‘n’ hide! We’re not snide: we’ll be [wink] sure to search.
So long, sayonara, canard, capybara.
They’ve barred your canard? Hire our Proton Tiara.
Ta-ta, tootle-oo, chimp ‘n’ cocka-…yeah: you!
We’ll start countin' to ten: an’ a one, an’ a two…
Up, up ‘n’ away, crow ‘n’ Canada Jay.
Climb aboard our used Ford...but we won't wait all day.
Vaarwel, viva vale, canary ‘n’ collie.
By bus? Aye, you mus.’ Pro hac vice, by golly.
Wog maho, you’re outta here, walrus ‘n’ white-tailed deer.
If you malinger? This finger! (Your souvenir.)
Xu! Xulap knewel, sifaka ‘n’ spoonbill.
Not worn out your welcome yet? Fret not: you soon will.
Yanta kar, yanna, yanna, pouch’d rat ‘n’ piranha.
Don’t sit! Instead, split! (Not banana. Manana!)
Zayt gesunt, ziech lu, kakapo, kangaroo.
Bonne journee! Go away! Catch ya later! Adieu!
(Two by two, toodle-oo!)
Bye-bye, bon voyage, fox ‘n’ folles sans la cage.
Who arrives in a Rolls might depart in a Dodge.
Cha wil’awib, ciao, mink ‘n’ manatee cow.
Take the A train to Haarlem. (Take our LEM? Nohow!)
Dwell “sweetly at home,” ray ‘n’ rath known as ‘mome.’
We know fellas who’ll sell y’as a sled. Get to know’m!
Egogahans, exeunt, dalmatian ‘n’ dachshund.
Get gas as you pass The Hind Quarter in Dortmund.
Farvael, fare thee well. tit ‘n’ Thompson’s Gazelle.
If you fail to go ‘way, then (we pray), “Go to hell!”
Gorusaedaek, godspeed, cat ‘n’ centipede. We’d
rather loudly “ya-wo’d” ye. (What mo’ do yobs need?)
Hasta pronto, ha’uu, gila monster ‘n’ gnu.
Put to sea, mes amis! (Use our racing canoe.)
Ite, te! Missa est, roc ‘n’ robin red breast.
Rockin’ Robin’s your tour guide. Rob’s bromide? “Go west!”
Je voudrais – oui! -- aller, boar ‘n’ Bichon Frise
“De-“ no “-tour” till we’re sure you’re both far, far away.
Kiss my kisser goodbye, toad ‘n’ tsetse fly. Hie
thyselves hence, b’yond yon fence till you’re where tongues speak Thai.
Lla yhennik und lebewohl, bee ‘n’ B. Oriole.
Gondolas? Coming. Start humming that barcarole.
Mangadem, miss you, too, salamander ‘n’ shrew.
Drive our Daewoo Lacetti. It’s ready: are you?
Ndaga and nighty-night, wombat ‘n’ white-tailed kite.
Your ship has sailed? Hail the mail stage; it’s dynamite!
Onward and ou’ward, cabrilla ‘n’ cowbird.
Please pick our jihrik’sha; it’s not under-powered.
Pothu barp,’ pax vobisc!, bison ‘n’ basilisk
Post haste! Our post chaise is free. (View this compact disc.)
Qaukpattauk, q’ipurkama, leipoa ‘n’ llama.
“Good day!” (We’ve a way with the inverted comma.)
Rononai, ‘rivederch, Pygmy Pig, Yellow Perch.
Run ‘n’ hide! We’re not snide: we’ll be [wink] sure to search.
So long, sayonara, canard, capybara.
They’ve barred your canard? Hire our Proton Tiara.
Ta-ta, tootle-oo, chimp ‘n’ cocka-…yeah: you!
We’ll start countin' to ten: an’ a one, an’ a two…
Up, up ‘n’ away, crow ‘n’ Canada Jay.
Climb aboard our used Ford...but we won't wait all day.
Vaarwel, viva vale, canary ‘n’ collie.
By bus? Aye, you mus.’ Pro hac vice, by golly.
Wog maho, you’re outta here, walrus ‘n’ white-tailed deer.
If you malinger? This finger! (Your souvenir.)
Xu! Xulap knewel, sifaka ‘n’ spoonbill.
Not worn out your welcome yet? Fret not: you soon will.
Yanta kar, yanna, yanna, pouch’d rat ‘n’ piranha.
Don’t sit! Instead, split! (Not banana. Manana!)
Zayt gesunt, ziech lu, kakapo, kangaroo.
Bonne journee! Go away! Catch ya later! Adieu!
(Two by two, toodle-oo!)
"Hex: some Pennsy-Dutch decor. Wiz: Oz oligarch of yore..." Seven Corpses (Exquisite-type): Constrained Nonsense
Corpse One: Hex/Wiz/Seat/Corpse
Hex: some Pennsy-Dutch décor.
Wiz: Oz oligarch of yore.
Seat: soft spot when butts are sore.
Corpse: one damn cadaver.
Corpse Two: Hecht's/Whiz/It/Corpse
Hecht's: defunct department store.
Whiz: that ersatz cheese you pour.
It: part Bow,* part Addams lore.**
Corpse: yes, ma'am: cadaver.
* Clara the It Girl
** The Addams Family's cousin It.
Corpse Three: Egg/Squeeze/"Sit!"/ Corpse
Egg: what comes before the chick.
Squeeze: a baseball bunter's trick.
"Sit!": command to Spot or Vic.
Corpse: grand-slam: cadaver.
Corpse Four: Aix/Quiz/Zit/Corpse
Aix: The Great Chas* knew it best.
Quiz: a small exam, a test.
Zit: no adolescent jest.
Corpse: press'd ham: cadaver.
* I.e., Charlemagne with reference
to his palace complex at Aachen
Corpse Five: Haig's/Swiss/Hit/Corpse
Haig's: "This junk belongs to Al."
Swiss: not unlike Emmenthal.
Hit: ...but who would shoot a pal?
Corpse: lost lamb: cadaver.
Corpse Six: Aches/Oui!/Sid/Corpse
Aches: first fruits of one's malaise.
Oui!: like 'si!' but en Francaise.
Sid: from TV's golden days.*
Corpse: Vet (Nam) cadaver.
* Caesar (the comic not the emperor)
Corpse Seven: X/Wheeze/Zed/Corpse
X: Abu Kamil's* unknown.
Wheeze: how labor'd breathing's shown.
Zed: initializes 'zone.'
Corpse: Go! Scram, cadaver!
* One Arabic algebr'ist
Hex: some Pennsy-Dutch décor.
Wiz: Oz oligarch of yore.
Seat: soft spot when butts are sore.
Corpse: one damn cadaver.
Corpse Two: Hecht's/Whiz/It/Corpse
Hecht's: defunct department store.
Whiz: that ersatz cheese you pour.
It: part Bow,* part Addams lore.**
Corpse: yes, ma'am: cadaver.
* Clara the It Girl
** The Addams Family's cousin It.
Corpse Three: Egg/Squeeze/"Sit!"/ Corpse
Egg: what comes before the chick.
Squeeze: a baseball bunter's trick.
"Sit!": command to Spot or Vic.
Corpse: grand-slam: cadaver.
Corpse Four: Aix/Quiz/Zit/Corpse
Aix: The Great Chas* knew it best.
Quiz: a small exam, a test.
Zit: no adolescent jest.
Corpse: press'd ham: cadaver.
* I.e., Charlemagne with reference
to his palace complex at Aachen
Corpse Five: Haig's/Swiss/Hit/Corpse
Haig's: "This junk belongs to Al."
Swiss: not unlike Emmenthal.
Hit: ...but who would shoot a pal?
Corpse: lost lamb: cadaver.
Corpse Six: Aches/Oui!/Sid/Corpse
Aches: first fruits of one's malaise.
Oui!: like 'si!' but en Francaise.
Sid: from TV's golden days.*
Corpse: Vet (Nam) cadaver.
* Caesar (the comic not the emperor)
Corpse Seven: X/Wheeze/Zed/Corpse
X: Abu Kamil's* unknown.
Wheeze: how labor'd breathing's shown.
Zed: initializes 'zone.'
Corpse: Go! Scram, cadaver!
* One Arabic algebr'ist
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