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Euthyphro:
No way, José, on Sattaday,
a “What-in-hell’s-the-matta…?” day!
Shall COVID
virus soon expire us…?
'Attaway!
Socrates:
Socrates:
Still, come what may, it’s Sattaday,
a “Choc’late-Cupcake-Batta” day.
And (none
too soon) I’ll lick the spoon...
on Sattaday.
* * * * *
* * * * *
Euthyphro:
Vous! Vous allez! It’s Sattaday,
an “Alice’s-Mad-Hatta” day.
Another
briefing, Dung-in-Chiefing
sadder day.
Socrates:
Socrates:
But, by the way, it's Sattaday,
an Amaryllis-Attaday.
Aromas’ spew
I love. Don’t you…
on Sattaday…?
* * * * *
* * * * *
Euthyphro:
Though it's cliche, it’s Sattaday,
Though it's cliche, it’s Sattaday,
a “Chimpanzee-like-Chatta” day.
From podium
flows odium.
(That’s
ev’ry day.)
Socrates:
Socrates:
But, blue or grey, it’s Sattaday,
a “Fasts-But-Make-Me-Fatta” day.
“Please,
just one smidgen, Señor Fridge,
on Sattaday...?”
* * * * *
* * * * *
Euthyphro:
Hip! Hip! Hooray! It’s Sattaday,
Hip! Hip! Hooray! It’s Sattaday,
an “Energy-from-Matta…?” day.
The second's dark. The first...? A quark...
...or gamma ray.
Socrates:
Socrates:
Still, “Yay!” or “Nay!”, it’s Sattaday!
Speak: Former…?
Or the lattaday...?
(I opt for “Yea!”
And, thus: “Hooray:
It’s Sattaday.” )
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