Crossbreeds: a Halfabet

The Allimony   The Babbit   The Cassowole   The Dingoebary   The Efterveasant
The Fleabertyjivet   The Gob'legook   The Hedgemone   The Inchubator

The Jack'l-a-box   The Kahuna   The Lampreydusa   The Mackaroon   

The Nar-do-welle   The Orang-jul'yess   The Pandamonium

The Qualifying Rhound   The Ringmarole   The Sardsporilla   The Thigmajig

The Undiewear   The Voleswagon   The Whippoorsnaptor   The Xylophrone

The Yakeedoodle   The Zoobeeyak 

First...Then...: An Alfabot

At first a little 

then alot 

upon his wienie, 

on his Brät.
At first avec- 

then sans-culotte. 

At first she can 

then she cannot 

treat MASD -- 

or dry rot –
in Binghamton 

or Endicott.

What flowers first 

in a flower pot 

may migrate 

to a garden spot

where mornings chilly 

soon grow hot.

Amin an Einstein...? 

No he's not. 

But nor's he 

not an Idi-ot.

At first Bahama 

then Grande Jatte. 

At first taekwond- 

but then karat-. 

At first unsnarl'd 

then in a knot.

At first Methus'lah; 

later Lot.

At first de Sade 

but then Marat. 

(a work in progress)

Fixin's Bar

Richard Armour's Condiments

Shake and shake the catsup bottle. 
None will come and then a lot'll.
Nothing attracts the mustard from wieners
as much as the slacks just back from the cleaners.

Uly's Poe's Tack-On Demented

In Lotus Land dwell androids, bots
whose frames are reclaimed chamber pots.
Allow'd is one to gun the throttle...?
Not if one's an axolotl.

OuLiPo's Ten: An Open Letter To Ou-Know-Who From Ulysses Poe

     Does anyone have an inkling as to what might 

result from distilling the essences of OuLiPo's 

instigators into anagrams of their names placed 

on the rears of doggerel distichs? Nonsense sensai 

Ulysses Poe imagines he does.

To: tou, ununruly OuLiPo!

Hommage à you, from Uly Poe.

     Noël Arnaud 

bawls, “Bloody hell!

We'd all soon drown 

     around an El.”

     Jacques Bens 

(though friends may disagree)
has voted been 

     “Jass Queen (BC).”

     

OuLiPo! OuLiPo!

A, E, I, O, ULiPo!

     

     Claude Berge 

(a man best known as “Bud”)
pens tomes which graph his 

     large bee cud.

     

     Jacques Duchateau: 

dead, nu…?

     J’s cue qua Death...? A “**c***u!”

OuLiPo! OuLiPo!

What...? Why...? When...? Where...? WhoLiPo!

    

     Emmanuel Peillet, 

with zeal,

express’d it: “I meant 

     pull me eel.”

     François Le Lionnais 

agrees: “Blows no stiff breeze to roil

my new abecedarial 

     nonsensical airfoil.”

     

OuLiPo! OuLiPo!

Ten, eight, six, four, twoLiPo!

     Jean Lescure 

each broomer girl

esteems. Just hear him: 

     “See Jane curl!”

     Raymond Queneau: 

ya ring steel pan,
ya sing wid’ ban.’ 

     Queer...? Nya! Oud man.

OuLiPo! OuLiPo! 

(As such, they're much like you, Li Po.)

     Jean Queval, 

who must be seen
to be believ’d: 

     J, Lava Queen.

     Albert-Marie Schmidt 

claims it isn’t his fault:
sans searching, he finds, 

     amid birch trees…malt.

 

You be but what you doLiPo!

Yours very truly, 

                             Uly Poe.