Alphabetical Aspects of '-Chi'

Dapper Don Ameche aids a balding Ed Balducci.
Campo (yum!) di Bocce’s home to Italy’s Il Duce.

Ignorat’ Elenchi quotes sequential Fibonnacci.
Soprano Galli-Curci curtsies, dancing Hootchie-Kootchie.
Matthew Groening’s Itchy hurls, romancing Jughead’s Archie.
Pakistan’s Karachi fatwas glitt'ring Liberace.
Happy-New-Year Mochi? “Not when God is dead!” notes Nietzsche.
In Nevil’s On the Beach, he pens how senior cits grow paunchy. 
Accupressure’s Qu-Chi chews up Justis playing “Raunchy.”
Big Night’s Stanley Tucci brews up martial art form Tai Chi. 
“…cedeme Un Chi Chi” croon collaborees from Vichy. 
Maids from Weeki-Watchee swoon for frat boys’ Beta Xi Chi.
Shirley Yamaguchi soon licks Dragonball Z Chi Chi.

I take a knee for ev’ry ‘chi.’ To each: arrivederci, ‘chi’!

As Santurs Skirl

As santurs skirl, 
one chap (no churl)
dons skirts of pearl;

tight folds, unfurling,

form a curl;

he twirls, they swirl.

If me, I’d hurl;

but dervish, whirling,

gets the girl.

Ade's Ken & Other Quatrains

Ade's* ken of economy? 
Groundless; astounding:
Ade sins for a penny.
[Ade’s in for a pounding.] 

How ever shall "done deals" 
or faits accomplis grow
with Congress misled
by the whites who say "Negro!"?

Islamicist cinemen,
Shi'ite or Sunni,
shall garner no Oscar: 
they haven't a Clooney.

John's* Trask family dwells
on the outskirts of Eden:
both Trask twins be "-ists":
Aron, "pur-"; Caleb, "hedon-"

* Author Steinbeck

Miss Sawyer's* brew notes
grew -- they waxed iambic -- 
once arid Mary'd
had a little lambic.

* Mary Sawyer, later Mrs. Mary 
Tyler, of "Mary's Lamb" fame

Romney’s Humvee's chauffeur'd
by a dormant Sir Dwight Streeme:
Inquire, when Ike wakes, "What be
Mitt's Hummer's Knight's dream?"

This should aid your recall
of the Legion of Decency
calling "Nude Pledge of Allegiance"
indecent: see...!?!

Unable to pen
a penultimate line post
fail’d Alzheimer's tests? 
That's a sure Auld Lang Signpost!  

Xiu -- chef at Panda Baroque
on Quemoy --
serves a sig dish call’d 
Johann Sebastian Bach Choy.

Acrostic on Sgt. "Jim" (N. Smithe-Magee)

An acrostic for an old Team Enlistment buddy, along with a tip of the kepi to the terza rima and its ABA, BCB, CDC and so forth rhyme scheme -- not to mention the iambic pentameters recalling...what? The Aeneid? The Divina Commedia? The FitzGerald translation of the Rubaiyat? Dylan Thomas's "The Force that Through the Green Fuse Drives the Flower"? Whoa, Nellie! 

So-so it goes, for '-ons' there's always 'goings-.'
Gone, gone the way of sales slips: door-to-door,  
trad trade winds bait-'n'-switching Bibles, Boeings. 

Julia A. ("The World's Worst Poet?") Moore;
Iddesleigh, McKittrick, Ros's home;  
Myself by Edgar Guest, and sim'lar spore -- 

nor be there shame link’d -- chain-link’d -- to some tome,
some trophy house, some strophe-smitten verse.   
(My word! My own lies largely fill'd with loam.)   

Imps, idjits, imbeciles, inanes wa-a-a-a-ay worse: 
'tis these who (whos who, lonely, stand and wait) 
hold hope 'gainst hope to halt a passing hearse...

even as their switching hour runs late. 
(My words: how fleetly fled once fun's begun!) 
"And so it goes"? (So raps some reprobate.)

"Goes out..." Young Gunga Din's now "gunga done." 
Each Moore, each Ros, each uninvited Guest:  
Each ends, eating of pudding and of pun. 

Achoo! A Constrained Nonsense Alphabet with Footnotes

"A-…A-…A-…A-…A-…A-…
A-…A-…A-CHOO!" 
(When a sneeze leads a queue,
what bats second is true!)* 

Charleston’s caribou** chew***
on Don's didgeridoo.**** 

* Hungarian superstition has it that a sneeze kicking off a storyteller's tale confirms its truth, no matter how outlandish said tale might sound -- or so insists Zoltan Kodaly in explaining the "sneeze simulation" measures occupying the opening bars of his folk opera "Hary Janos." 
** The plural is formed with or without an 's.' 
*** No doubt a Charleston Chew?
**** Duck? Trump? Ameche? Quixote? Diego de la Vega? Dirk of Dowdee? In any case, the verse saddles an unidentified Don with a taste for offbeat musical instruments. 

Esrom? Fetid! Foul! Whew!* 
(Is that false? Nope, it's true.
Gosh, gents: grant Grant** his due! 
Hush your hullabaloo!)

* A cow’s milk cheese with a pungent aroma.
** Cary? Hugh? Ulysses S.? Possibly. But more likely the reference is to Kenneth Grant, poet, ceremonial magician and advocate for the Thelemite religion.  
 

Smell I Istrian Stew?
Made with Japanese yew?
Says who? Kanga! (Roo, too, 
which leaves loads left to do.)

Do you Methylene Blue
poos? Nope! Not in our loo! 

Off'ring "Ol' lamps for new..." 
Plaited palm? Nope! bamboo.* 

* The "ol' switcheroo" performed upon the cry, "New lamps for old..." heard in Scheherazade's "Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves." Precisely who makes the offer here remains unclear, nor do lamps fashioned from reeds or raffia successfully meet local fire safety codes. 

"Make it quick! Put me through!
Really, ree-e-e-ea-ly big shew! 
Sting sings, 'Skip to my Lou.'
Then it's tirami su..."* 

* TV Impresario Ed Sullivan appears to be alerting his audience of his intention to provide "sweet treats for everyone" -- i.e., exotic desserts for all after a round of folk dancing: a (sweet?) suite of special addenda to one of his weekly variety hours. 

What's that goo on your shoe?
Ugh! ‘Tain’t Vitamin Q. 
Oy! The Wandering Jew * 
wonders, "'X' stands for...who...? " **

* The Wandering Jew, interestingly (in light of the first line of this verse) a shoemaker in some versions of his legend, well knows that 'X' stands for the Christ -- the very cove he's been wandering about looking for. Vitamin Q is, of course, a dietary supplement promoting a successful search for answers. 
** Malcolm? Professor? Francis Bushman? Along with the wandering wondering one, we will perhaps never know.

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