Life Takes a Haiku & Adds an Envoi! or Twenty Six Skidoo

Aiding rods and cones, goggles boost my infared: life by night's agleam --
not unlike a dream.

Bend it Korbut-like, lest you tumble to the floor: life's a balance beam.
Olga dares to dream.

Curds' casein (sans whey), Cornish cows' milk, cottage cheese: life apes clotted cream...
just like in my dream.

Don't be so quick to abandon rivertown shacks: life is hard downstream...
so unlike my dream.

Ever been to Mars…? It's not unlike living here: life -- in the extreme.
(Careful what you dream.)

For Pete's sake, fellas! You've been caution’d: never spin! Life's not foosball, team!
(Much more like a dream.) 

"Gracias, Fidel! Hasta pronto, Uncle Sam!" Life's el Golfo's stream.
(Leave: go live your dream.)

Half-lives of sherries are measur’d in months, not years…Harvey's Bristol Cream:
good for life…? You dream!

I love Haagen-Dazs, Ben & Jerry's and Edy's: life's like good ice cream.
(Care to share my dream…?) 

Just Google him, man! It's just inconceivable (life without Joaquim).
(Oo-oo-oo...I doo meese heem.) 

"Keep the 'Alcindor'…?" "Nope! Try out 'Abdul-Jabbar.'" (Life with Lew Kareem:
a defender's nightmare. 

Long…? Nope! Focuss’d…? Nope! Amplifiable…? No way! Life's no laser beam:
life is, Bud, a dream.

Memento mori...just in case death's slipp’d your mind: life as metameme --
not just in a dream.

Never saw The Card; never saw The Seventh Sin: life per Ronald Neame.
(How that man could dream!)

Oscar Wilde was right: bad verse springs from true feeling. Life's odd, don't you deem…?
(O thought so, 'twould seem.)

Promptitude's a must; wait not for Nones to kick off: life begins at Prime;
later, you can dream.

Quiet flows the Don (though not when rowing upstream): life's a quinquereme.
(Please: abort this dream!) 

Riots in the streets; you're a cinch to your head. Life, in old regimes,
guillotines one’s dreams.

Somebody told me, "Wetter shaves are better shaves." Life, like shaving cream,
lubricates my dream. 

Throw...row...tow your boat: get through any way you can. Life's this poem's theme...
albeit a dream.

Under the boardwalk, or on top of the boardwalk: life's severe upstream.
(Nothing but a dream.) 

Vice-consul father; actress mom; at least four wives: Life with M. Vadim...? 
Nightmare vs dream.

Where's that guy who said, "Life's just a bowl of cherries"…? Life's just sour’d whipp'd cream! 
(Thank god it's a dream.)

X-rated sound track: you're the Grammy nominee. Life's the next Xan's Theme.
(Who can't hear you scream…?) 

Yellow, violet, black 'n' blue and black...and blue: life's your color scheme.
(But then: it's your dream.) 

Zero chance in ten of beating Mr. Death. Still...life's the zone supreme:
Who cares it's a dream…?!

Rhymes On Rough-to-Rhyme Rhymes

     [Re Rachel Maddow]
Who’s busy droppin' aitches...?
Some horse revealin' raches...?
Some cow concealin' naches...?
Nope. Maddow (i.e., Rache) is.

     [Re Michael Pollan]

Here’s Mike, findin' rhymes for
‘arugula.’
It seems Pollan's quite lavish. 
An' frugal, huh...?

     [Re Sancho and the Don]

I’m quizzin' Quixote,
“What rhymes, Don, with ‘purple’…?”
when suddenly, Sancho,
astride Dapple’s curple,
opines, “Ask him not.
His brain’s halt. He’ll just hirple.”
Adds Don: “Pace, Panza –
or suffer my nurple!”

     [Re Faegheh Atashin]

Googoosh, who’s rife with rhymes for
‘woman’
weighs her wage in Persian
toman.

     [Re William Inge]

I’ve said it before, Inge:
“There are rhymes for ‘orange.’”

     [Re Sir William Walton]

Search far 'n' wide, Will, fer
just one rhyme for ‘silver.’

     [Re A. A. Milne]

I’ve found no rhymes for ‘kiln.’
Does Pooh know any, Milne…?

     [Re Tom Brokaw]

Who would find a rhyme for ‘plankton
must quiz Brokaw: bloke's from Yankton.

     [Re Ark builder Noah and lexicographer Webster]

Pair the “rhymeless” word ‘midst’…?
Surely, Noah, thou didst.

     [Re Robert Moog]

If you're short of rhymes for ‘plinth,’
Bob can build one on his synth.