26 Non-Pomaceous Pairs (Unpub)

One pair of Chutes (one spells it ‘Shute’)
once shared one pair of parachutes.
The two proved resolute to boot:
they’d wear, unair’d, wet Wellie boots.
 
One pair of Bulls, one day in shul,
declar’d one pair of parables.
One’s Mike; one’s Scott. Pay heed and you’ll
hear bells not toll’d at tractor pulls.
 
One pair of grins – one’s yang, one’s yin –
once graced one pair of peregrines.
“Good morning, Minh.” “How fare thee, Flynn…?”
(If frowns such clowns wear, no one wins.)
 
One pair of pets were order’d, “Get
thee b’yond yon pair of parapets!”
Their fate…? No fete. (Here, on cassette,
view “Tigh ‘n’ Tigger’s Death Duets.”)
 
One pair of Sauls (whose…? Montreal’s)
installs one pair of parasols.
Just who plants whose none now recalls,
nor were there pressing protocols.
 

“A couple of parabolas,”

declares one pair of gabb(e)lers,
“results in psychobabble from
most mathematics dabb(e)lers.”

One pair of dice – much-needed spice –

Eve’d introduce in Paradise.
“You! You’d entice…? Heed Asp’s advice.
One uns-s-s-sliced apple sh-sh-shall s-s-s-suffice.”
 
One pair of Moores one can’t ignore
once took one pair of paramours,
new senses ceding (veil’d before)
to turns of phrase like “two-by-fours.”
 
      * One early manuscript shows
“cellar doors” here. Another has
 
“parquet floors.” Both are early.
 
One pair of graphs (one can but laugh)
attempts one pair of paragraphs
to paraphrase, though just one half
proves readable; the other’s chaff.
 
One peer of Keats (from l’hommes d’elites)
repeats one pair of parakeets’
loquacity: “Too-wheet, too-wheet!”
(L’eclairess’ment: “What’s shakin,’ Sweets…?”)
 
One pair of docs (one Groucho mocks)
apparently’s one paradox:
The short one’s wily as an ox.
The shorter…? Dumber than a fox!
 
Two pairs of dimes – amalgams I’m
to view as pairs of paradigms:
financial fall guys for tough times –
now fail, I fear, to “k’ching!” my chimes.
 
One pair of Finns did, for their sins,
smear pairs of beards with paraffins.
That each bears pairs of double chins
diminish’d damage to their skins.
 
Of all accounts of pairs of mounts
in Lit, which pair be paramount…?
If Silver Rosinant’ surmounts,
does Dapple Tonto’s Scout discount…?
 
Do “noids” of Freud’s wax overjoy’d,
annoying pairs of paranoids…?
Of pity Sigmund proves devoid,
while Anna schizoids now avoids.
 
One pair of lies (who’ll pose the “why…?”s?)
will petrify and paralyze.
The first…? That God bestrides the skies.
The second…? That She prophesies.
 
One pair of Rays (so someone says)
twin virelays in paraphrase
determine to compose…in days!
Fiasco…? Let me count the ways.
 
One pair of sites sits train’d tonight
upon one pair of parasites.
Before they flee (go left, flow right),
let fly…and nuke their leukocites!
 
One pair of Ds (thus: PAR-OD-DY)
misspells completely ‘parodies’
and orthographic’lly ODs…
unless one’s speaking Parrotese.
 
One pair of cleats to prink two feet,
one each for pairs of Paracletes.
Two’d be taboo; yet still they’re fleet.
Pete poached the pair. (Pete always cheats.)
 
One pair of blasts, one day long past,
destroy’d one pair of parablasts.
One film crew on the scene was gass’d.
Press sketches…? None like Nast’s nor Chast’s.
 
One pair of cells, one chemist tells,
invade one pair of paraceles
within one’s brain, where – swell! – they’ll swell,
until one’s hearing “boids ‘n’ bells.”
 
Who’ll swear to share au pairs – in pairs –
with Herr Moliere…? Au pairs like theirs
could care for heirs of trillionaires.
(Their nightmares…? Or their answered prayers…?)
 
A pair of guys (I tell no lies!)
discovered pairs of Paraguays.
The one…? A tropic paradise.
The other…? Shades of Paris skies.
 
Parameters…? I don’t know yours,
but mine rate pairs of amateurs
who’re fabricating haut coutures.
(One hopes that “off-the-rack” endures.)
 
Paracelsus Hohenheim,
a Swiss physician friend of mine,
says, “On one pair o’ seltzas dine
each day. ‘Twill keep ya feelin’ fine.”