“Oy!” of “Olé!” (Past)

Enjoy (I must!) 

your OyyoFest, my boy!

(You hold ‘tis held 

in an arroyo…? Oy!)
 
Fast food for Friday: 

Friday’s feast…? Fried hay -- 
fried hay which may, 

at last, my vast hide fray.   
 
There’s oodles (Ouch!) 

of ‘O’s that act like echos.
And look: those 'O's 

spot crooked rooks and geckos.  
 
I'd land (Avast! Ahoy!) 

on odd O Island --
which land's, though high and dry, 

not nigh to my land.  
 
Let her lick Lorne's love letter…? 

Nyet! She’s wet!
Still, let her! Who licks better…? 

(Few lick wetter!)  
 
“Mere roars can't crack curved mirrors,” 

write some blighters.
“My tears bathe bishops' mitres,” 

cite knights’ writers.
 
Some myrrh, Mère, adds allure 

to summer dress shirts.     

Dessert…?  Deserted doughnuts 

dunk’d in deserts.
 
One two-day leave, eh…? 

Yay! Let's leave today!
Has Herman, unarm’d, 

harm’d her, man…? Ole!