A Dollop of Didymorphs or What All Makes the Whowho Who's from Wherewhere Do the Whatwhat?

What all makes an aye-aye run amok in Aka’aka?
Only you...attacking Angang Angang with your mock maraca.
And what all makes a Berber whose abode's in Bora Bora
brew big bamboo bowls of balm for beriberi? Hoigh, begorrah!

What all makes the chimachima chef at China China
choose to can chill'd cups of couscous consomme to cure angina?
And when silly dik-diks from The Syndicate for Dada
into doodoo're dump'd, why’d other syndic diks do next to nada?

Why in hell did ELEL, playing Echuca Echuca
deign to discharge el'gans el'gans from a Baby Blue bazooka?
Sure, the demon Furfur farms his fam'ly's farm in Fofo Fofo.
Yet, why's Fifi, frighten'd, fret? He's not her real foe, just her faux foe.

At the Gogo, goofy Gigi's gone all gaga over Gaga
'cuz that lady dances cha-cha to her Melakartha raga.
And for 'Aku Aku,' 'Chitty Chitty Bang Bang,' 'dodo,' 'Dada,'
who in hell says, “hubba-hubba”? These days, hades shades say, “ha-ha!”

And is it Isis who’s so isolated? Is it? Is she?
Or else is it yogi Maharishi? (Rishi's so damn chichi.)

(Full explanatory footnotes – I’ll admit it: we both need 'em -- 
are on their way, as is the rest of the poem: a work in progress)

Jojo   Jubjub bird   Jay Jay the jet plane 
Koko   Lady Kaka 
Lulu   Lili 
Muumuu   Mimi   Mama    
Nana   Nene “No, no!” 
Oh, oh 
Papa   Pepe   Pago Pago 
Quisquis 
Rah rah 

So so   Sese   Sen sen 
Tsetse   tom-tom   ta-ta   Toto   Tutu   Tintin   Tora Tora   Tico Tico
U
Velvel
Walla Walla   Wahawaha 
XX
Yoyo    yadda-yadda   Yum Yum 
Zsa Zsa   Zizi