Rhymin' Rhythmi (11)

Ain't Alabaman Bob's boobs buoy’d…?
Chic Czechs crack Donald's devil-'droid.
Eat Easter's eels: four fifths fast-fed!
Gauge Gammer Gurton’s hutch…(hearth…head)!
Inside, Ike's judgin' ju-ju'd juice.
Knicks kick Klan kin, let Lulu loose.
Mom's mau-maus must note Nanny's "Nope!".
“Outre!” quotes Peter, pompous pope.
"Quisquid," quips Queequeg, "rera rara…?"
Stash soon says "Ta-ta!" to Tara.
Umber'd urns unfund Viv's Volvo,
which works well with "Xanxolxowlvo."
Yellow’d yaks yearn (yadda-yadda)...
(Z's for Z'wadzki – nicknamed "Zadda.")