"Love's all you need. Love's blind..." Love: An Abecedarial Song

Love's all you need. Love's blind. Love comes but once. Love never dies.
Love enters through the kitchen and (per Hyde and Ken) love flies.

Love grows where (whose?) Rosemary goes. Love hurts. Love's in the air.
Love's just around the corner, Love. Ain’t that love over there?

“Love kills,” sings Freddie Mercury. Alas: Love's Labour’s Lost.
Love makes the world go ‘round. Though rhymed a lot, 'love's not by Frost.

Love's old sweet song at twilight comes. Love's potion number? Nine.
Loves' qualities? One hundred forty four, each one divine.

Love rhymes with 'dove' and ‘plenty of.’ Love's story? Told by Segal.
Love's often unrequited. (Some have wondered if love's legal.)

Love vigilantes' Iron & Wine with vocals by Sam Beam.
Love walks right in, claim George and Ira Gershwin. (What a team!)

"Love X, Y...Z," exclaims Luke James. "It's all the love you'll need."
Still, one thing’s sure: though true, though pure, love's rarely guaranteed.

"How comme il faut that Wolfgang chose art!" Moe's Art: A Constrained Nonsense in Rhyme (with Image)

How comme il faut that 
Wolfgang chose art!
(Which Wolf? Amadh  
A. S. Mozart.)
No? Aunt Flo (I’m
told she knows art)
crows, "Wolf glows with
beaucoup beaux-arts,
most unlike your
uncle Joe's art -- 
calendars with
"'ho's in hose" art.”
(Begs this poser:
d'yall suppose art
apropos of
Wolf's kunstprose art
blows away Moe's 
status quo's art?)

An example of Moe's 

so-called 'status-quo's' art:

"Five Chalk Figures 

on Faux Blackboard" 
Chalk on slate:
24" x 32"
(sold)