Five Ws & an H

     “Who do
you few eschew,” muses
Brian Boru. “
     Can one
pander to Gandhi, not
Pandit Nehru…?”

   “What a
slut…so much smut! Nut case --
open-and-shut,” 
     ‘tut!’s Judge
Jeff to Judge Mutt. “But...she
sure does strut, what!”

   “When zen'd
men again pen 'em like
Jean La Fontaine's,” 
     ventures
Alfred Lord Tenn-, “...then I'll 
tender ‘Amen!’s”

     “Where-so-
e’er, fair-haired br’er,” declares
Robespierre,” 
     we dare
bare les derr'erres, we’ll peel
‘ready-to-wear’!”

     “Why de-
cry my dry eye…?” sighs a
fly Buddy Guy, 
     when men
libel his tie. “No vox
populi, I.”

     “How’ll I
“Ciao!” Kung Pao Cow…?” howls a
foul Chairman Mao 
     as a
scowl prowls his brow and he
zips down his trou-. 
     "What al-
lows the Great Tao: a kow-
tow…? Or a bow, 
     now I’ve
left it to Beaver…? What
ails Tony Dow…?”