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Monday, May 27, 2019

ZweiOdes

As you haul coals to Newcastle, 
might you, por moi,
amass aardvarks to sell
in Abel-Beth-Maacah? * 
     * Biblical authors write of a wise woman
who once dwelt there but make no mention
of a live animal market. 

Be she t(hr)ower of babble? 
Blame (blush) my bum habit,
my culpa! But...Abbie Boudreau’s
been a babbit!”

Cor! Here's Jorge Luis Borges!
Cor de l'Argentine eez Jor: "Heez
accidence enhances stories
cached een Chechen Cacci'tores!"

When AM added Daddy-O,*
dark DJ, to my rahdio,
they proved: extending feelers
can yield real emcees, not spielers.
     * Chicago radio personality Holmes Daylie

Affairs of the fart
felt in far-off terrains
risk ripe redolence. (And 
barely visible stains.)

Giggl’ing, one Googles
“three gaggles o' geese,”
crying, "Larry* and Sergey:* 
please leave me in peace!"
      * Page and Brin, founders of Google 

High-hat,’ ‘high-hand,’ 
‘high-horse,’ ‘high holy days...’
'high-'…HAH! (A case of
“damn’d with freighted phrase.”)

Invoking my μους-, I (non-
Greek) sue for news: “Ανδρα
μαλαπολλ' εννεπα
μοι
Show Achilles? No! Showies and 
tellies show Hellene Elle 
Ilii* (Helen of
Troy).
     * Genitive singular of 'Ilium.' 

My menage during haj 
during Raj (just for fun)
stanch’d my stutter.
Of "...jej-jej...jej-june..." they heard none.

Don’t vote to tax
Nicola’s Delft or Spode.
Just kick Nic’s knickknacks' taxes 
down the road.

     A-
board the good ship 
Lollypop, life's good, 
though sacch'rin smarm's the 
stuff of songs of Shirl's.) 
     Still, 
suckers: stop! Please 
cease the siphonhood! 
Such sucking saps o-
bese, balloon-shaped girls.

Your pharaoh dies,
befriends my goat
the pair grows fairly chummy.
Then Nurse and Momma
shoot this film:
"The Nanny Meeps The Mummy."

A Fool shall not
for Mongoose vouch,
but Cobra choose. 
How odd. How...OUCH!

Dr...Sergeant...chili...pot:
Stop! Put in more 'pepper'...Not!

     Quick! Go
east on that Qarghaliq-
Qaraqum Trail: get good
Bar-B-Q Coq...and great
Bar-B-Q Quail,
     * The direction travelled -- ENE, roughly -- 
between these Asian cuisine hotspots.

I.S.O. road or
driveway warrior?
Better call 
the Brothers Boyer!*
     * Junior relations of the author

All at sea in Seas Sargasso,
sailors may request a lasso.
Sassafras's gas shall pass,
but schlusselfiedels?* "Such a ass!" ** 
     * Kinds of hurdy-gurdy    **Pace, Mr. Dickens

Kitt's kit? That pattern’s
known as tattersall.
But I’ve left torn Kitt's 
knit togs tatters, all.

     I'd
figured I'd bagg’d me a
gnu, up until 
     I'd looked
under the fur and found 
you, Uncle Phil!

"Vav-vav-...vav...a vav-...va-v-...vavoom!"
(I hear a stutter! But from whom?
It’s Dona D-cup, I presume
she of the fabulous ba-zoom.)

Who? Woodrow Wilson's widow.
Where? Near Wicklow West. What? Dead.
Now...when? Clews found suggest 'twas Sunday... 
who knows why! How? Bled.

     Mix xan-
thoma with rosacea: the re-
sulting skin disease
     is what, when 
six xiphopagi repaint the
xerox room, one sees.

To marry your mother 
so many years back?
My mistake (don't talk back!) 
Blame my yackety yak!

They sang "Zizzi-zizzi-...!" yesterday, 
sang "...boom-boom-aay!" today.
What shall zyzzogetons* sing tomorrow? 
Difficult to say.
        * The very last word -- in South American leaf hoppers 
and in my pocket dictionary.

Dyadyssey Book 2 1/2

With an A/B, who's to say be-
ret'd artistes won't make a baby? 

With a C/D, yes indeedy! 
We shall catch a cold. We’re speedy.  

With an E/F, even we -- deaf! --
dare we not erect a G-clef

With a G/H, waving fee, wage
and expense, we'll twirl a tach gauge.  

With an I/J, we'll oblige (say) 
Raul Castro to chirp, "Hi, Che!"*

With a K/L, if we say, "Well... 
no can do!" there'll be, to pay, hell.

With an M/N, men from Bremen 
and good luck, we'll launch a lemon.  

We'll, with O/P (though with no pi-
ranhas), craft kachinas (Hopi).  

With a Q/R, seven who are 
skill’d can blow a "vaquum" Dewar

With an S/T, we'll not rest. (He 
who might thwart us? Wa-a-ay too chesty.) 

With a U/V -- ain't it groovy?
we should shoot a silent "mouvie." 

Double U/X…? Single U/X…?
“Second’s best,” notes Ernest Truex.' 

Last, with Y/Z, something spicy.
Backwards zoos! (Though zoos prove pricey.)  

Christmas Day: A Mare Egg...

     "A Mare Egg, Her Wrist, "Miss Two 'U'"