"Discuss re Edgar Allan Poe..." LIt LIte: 101 Exam Questions (A Nonsense Rhyme)

1.    Discuss re Edgar Allan Poe:
may crypts be walled up sans merlot?

2.    Does Ms. Ralph Waldo Emerson
endorse but then condemn her son?

3.    Why must Harriet Stowe (nee Beecher)
write…though not to friends beseech her?

4.    Why does Henry David Thoreau
stumble after one Sapporo?

5.    Though long dead, why can’t Saul Bellow
please return my phone call? (Hello…?) 

6.    Why’s William’s brother, Henry James,
use (like his sibling) two first names?

7.    Pursues his muse, does Steinbeck (John)?
Where roams he? Whither? Thither? Yon?

8.    If novelist Nathaniel Hawthorne
sports a ‘stash, then why’s his jaw shorn?

9.    One “women’s lib”er Salinger’s
work censures: should he challenge hers?

10.  Who’d know if E. L. Doctorow’s
preeminence is knocked or grows?

11.  Which critics savaged Don DeLillo’s
Evening of the Armadillos?

12.  Cooper (Which? James Fenimore):
who cracks Jim’s novels anymore?

13.  True or false: Mark Twain (Sam Clemens)
authors flops, faux pas and lemons.

14.   Who overestimates Walt Whitman?
Be it he who terms Walt “Tit Man”?

15.  Is Washington, whose surname’s Irving,
of a Pulitzer deserving?

16.  Emily (Miss Dickinson):
which critic finds slim pickin’s in?

17.  Will not the child who’s William Faulkner’d
grow up poor white trash (post hoc) nerd?

18.  Which son of Ernest Hemingway
apes Papa in a lemming way?

19.  Do fans of Flannery O’Connor
foist false flattery upon her?

20.  For savorers of Scott Fitzgerald,
does his savoir seem imperiled?

21.  What’s worse: readin’ Willa Cather
or that bleedin’ Cotton Mather?

22.  Will sushi served by Herman Melville
render sev’ral score and twelve ill?

23.  Edward Bear and e. e. cummings:
brainless hums or freakish hummings?

24.  Who’d question T. S. Eliot,
“Excuse, please: where’s the deli at?”?

25.  “But, Dr. Seuss,” asks Edith Wharton,
“who’s the who who hears a Horton?”

26.  True or false: will John Dos Passos
not untie his knotted lassos?

27.  The taken road, to Robert Frost,
is fate. What happens when they’re crossed?

28.  Is he contented, Wallace Stevens,
making do with Whitman’s leavin’s?

29.  “Say ‘cheese,’” some plead of Ezra Pound.
Explain, then parse the man’s raw frown:

30.  Which critic rumored: Gertrude Stein
is issue of a curt, rude line?

31.  For what did Ann sue Arthur Miller –
dough he’d not the heart to will her?

32.  Who confuses Joseph Heller
with that Czechoslovak feller?

33.  Daguerreotypes show Stephen Crane
without his chinstrap beard. Explain.

34.  Why write (as Dreiser, Theodore
does) sordid stuff we all abhor?

35.  Of dramas by Eugene O’Neill
how come we make so big a deal?

36.  Critique Tom Williams (Tennessee)
and his The Glass Menagerie.

37.  Has one-track minded Henry Miller
more to say than “When d’we drill ‘er?”?

38.  Who, when pressed to pick James Agee’s
pizza topping choice, names “Eight-cheese!”?

39.  Why won’t novelist James Baldwin
just admit he wrote The Bald Twin?

40.  True or false: young Sinclair Lewis
posed for Herge’s “Ligne Clair Jewess.”

41.  Tourette’s Syndromed David Mamet:
what’s he blurt besides ‘god-dammit!”?

42.  Explain this quote of Dorothy Parker’s:
“Benchley, Robert’s rad when starkers!”

43.  True or False: did Edna Ferber
pose for dess’nateur James Thurber?

44.  Aren’t names the game of Edward Albee,
framing what each said word shall be?

45.  Re: fam’ly tree of Langston Hughes:
how many branches sang the blues?

46.  How’d Mrs. Sherwood Anderson
know lit’rature would brand her son?

47.  Did Buckley reckon Gore Vidal
his pen- (however horrid) -pal?

48.  Who imagines Harper Lee
shall prove Miss One-Trick Southern B?

49.  Whence pour the stories of John Updike?
(Surely not from one young-pup-like.)

50.  Who disillusioned August Wilson
with, “The master’s dog must kill, son!”?

51.  Name one book by Walker Percy
not displaying talk of mercy.

52.  When didn’t Peter (dubb’d De Vries)
compose in meters framed to please?

53.  Aren’t bookstores banning Norman Mailer’s
works mere pawns of Mormon ralers?

54.  Should Ray – s/f whiz Bradbury –
concoct a Martian Cadbury?

55.  When shooting hoops, will Dashiell Hammett
score…? (Pick one:  ___ He’ll crash. ___ He’ll slam it!)

56.  Which groups would screw Jack Kerouac?
Those groups which do lack care? H.U.A.C?

57.  The drug-soaked texts of William Burroughs:
who’d decipher and endure those?

58.  In gaberdine struts Philip Roth.
Why not in folds of Willa cloth?

59.  Depression-minded William Styron:
what’s preventing William’s tirin’?

60.  Why did author “Tru” Capote
claim he’d written Don Quixote?

61.  Do plays of dramatist Sam Shepard
come with cowboy lingo peppered?

62.  Which lines of Toni Morrison’s
resemble Black-church orisons?

63.  Why did activist Jack London
not receive more arts-group fundin’?

64.  True or False: author Vladimir Nabokov
pens novels which everyday life make a joke of.

65.  Why didn’t author Louisa May Alcott
allow her quartet of “small women” to “talk rot”?

66.  Critics enthuse over Sylvia Plath.
Which critic called her a sociopath?

67.  A femme fatale of Raymond Chandler:
how might Runyon (Damon) handl’ her?

68.  An author like Ralph Ellison:
what folk tales might he tell his son?

69.  Which children’s books did E. B. White,
while authoring a style guide, write?

70.  Why didn’t Joel Chandler Harris
publish Remus Goes to Paris?

71.  True or False: Kurt Vonnegut
displays the true Romani gut.

72.  Compare the style of L. Frank Baum
with those of stylist Some’set Maughm.

73.  In (Lula) Carson (Smith) McCullers,
find her recipe for crullers.

74.  Which characters in Pearl S. Buck
exclaim, in Chinese, “What the f**k?”

75.  Which three sibs of Thornton Wilder
scribbled much like him, though milder?

76.  Is it true that Hunter Thompson
was, in real life, Herbert Lom’s son?

77.  Was critic Warren (Robert Penn)
more niggling than he should have been?

78.  Who balked when Maya Angelou tea
poured for honkeys in Djibouti?

79.  Did “Genius Grant”ee Thomas Pynchon
pen his works with not a stitch on?

80.  Does Allen Ginsberg dis Ken Kesey
with his line, “Full beard too messy?”?

81.  Jerry Craft loved H. P. Lovecraft.
Why did H. P. push and shove Craft?

82.  Why’d confidants of Algren (Nelson)
label him “The Prince of Hell’s Son”?

83.  Explain why author Alice Walker
dropped the charge against her stalker?

84.  True or False: McCarthy (Cormac)
plans new novels even more black.

85.  Explain why author Stephen King
is planning rewrites of The Thing:

86.  Examine Hurston (Zora Neale)
and how injustice made her feel.

87.  What will placate Marg’ret Mitchell?
[Answer: Meg’s becoming rich’ll.]

88.  The poetry of Thomas Paine
he first cooks up prose. Explain:

89. If author Grey’s first name weren’t Zane,
Might he have proved a new Mark Twain?

90. Would Black Boy, penned by Richard Wright,
have sold had Richard’s Boy been white?

91. Which young adults read S. E Hinton?
Kids who cut their teeth on Tintin?

92. John Kennedy Toole (who attended Tulane):
did John's suicide leave an indelible stain?

93. House Speaker Ryan loves Ayn Rand.
Suggest why both should not be banned.

94. Ken Kesey’s widow, Norma Faye,
wed L. McMurtry. What the hey?

95. How’d Alex Haley’s novel Roots
beget no end of stranger fruits?

96. True or false: was Mario Puzo
writing Fools Die, high on ouzo?

97. Dr. Seuss and Dr. Seuss:
Which rhymes with ‘voice’? Which rhymes with ‘juice’?

98. Did visions viewed by Philip Dick
make Dick a frickin’ lunatic?

99. How come the dates of Ambrose Bierce
lap over those of Franklin Pierce?

100. True or false: did Frederick Douglass
live his long life Jitterbugless? 

101. James Higgins: just one work to date.
Did Jim bloom early? Or too late?

     List of Authors treated: 

Agee, James    x 

Albee, Edward   x 

Alcott, Louisa May   x 

Algren, Nelson   x 

Anderson, Sherwood   x 

Angelou, Maya   x 

Baldwin, James     x 

Baum, L. Frank   x 

Bellow, Saul   x 

Bierce, Ambrose   x 

Bradbury, Ray   x 

Buck, Pearl S   x. 

Buckley, William F.   x

Burroughs, William   x 

Capote, Truman   x

Cather, Willa   x 

Chandler, Raymond   x

Cooper, James Fennimore   x 

Craft, Jerry   x 

Crane, Stephen   x 

cummings, e. e   x

DeLillo, Don   x 

De Vries, Peter   x 

Dick, Philip   x 

Dickinson, Emily   x 

Doctorow, E. L.   x 

Dos Passos, John   x

Douglass, Frederick   x 

Dreiser, Theodore   x 

Eliot, T. S.   x 

Ellison, Ralph   x 

Emerson, Ralph Waldo   x 

Faulkner, William   x 

Ferber, Edna   x 

Fitzgerald, F. Scott   x 

Frost, Robert   x 

Ginsberg, Allan   x 

Grey, Zane   x 

Haley, Alex   x 

Hammett, Dashiel   x 

Harris, Joel Chandler   x 

Hawthorne, Nathaniel   x

Heller, Joseph   x 

Hemingway, Ernest   x 

Hinton, S. E.  x

Hughes, Langston   x 

Hurston, Zora Neale   x 

Irving, Washington   x 

James, Henry   x 

Kerouac, Jack   x 

Kesey, Ken   x 

King, Stephen   x 

Lee, Harper   x 

Lewis, Sinclair   x 

London, Jack   x 

Lovecraft, H. P.   x

Mailer, Norman   x 

Mamet, David   x 

Mather, Cotton   x 

Maughm, Somerset   x

McCarthy, Cormac   x

McCullers, Carson   x 

McMurtry, Larry   x 

Melville, Herman   x 

Miller, Arthur   x

Miller, Henry   x

Mitchell, Margaret   x 

Morrison, Toni   x

Nabokov, Vladimir   x

O’Connor, Flannery   x 

O’Neill, Eugene   x

Paine, Thomas   x 

Parker, Dorothy   x 

Percy, Walker   x 

Plath, Sylvia   x

Poe, Edgar Allan   x

Pound, Ezra   x  

Puzo, Mario   x 

Pynchon, Thomas   x 

Q 

Rand, Ayn   x 

Roth, Philip   x 

Runyon, Damon   x

Salinger. J. D.   x  

Seuss, Dr.   x 

Shepard, Sam   x

Stein. Gertrude   x 

Steinbeck, John   x

Stevens. Wallace   x 

Stowe, Harriet Beecher   x

Styron, William   x

Thoreau, Henry David   x

Thompson, Hunter   x 

Thurber, James   x 

Toole, John Kennedy   x 

Twain, Mark   x

Updike, John   x 

Vidal, Gore   x 

Vonnegut, Kurt   x 

Walker, Alice   x

Warren, Robert Penn   x

Wharton, Edith   x

White, E. B.   x 

Whitman, Walt   x

Wilder, Thornton   x 

Williams, Tennessee   x

Wilson, August   x

Wright, Richard   x

"This ABC treats of a number of things..." Buff! A Nonsense ABC

 

This ABC treats of a number of things, 

not merely mikados, kahns, kaisers and kings.

One's history tells one (and everyone knows):

one's rulers are frequently seen without clothes.

Sans clothing? One's president? Heaven forfend!

(Though who would not willingly witness his end?)

A’s an aal and an almond, not prunes and a pear,

and the Archduke’s appar’l ain’t (apparently) there.

B’s a flugel, no bugle, no dobro, no drum,

and the Brigidier’s bay window’s bare as his bum.

C’s a chug, not a jugful; no tipple, no tea.

‘Course the Caliph’s chimere’s worn…chimerically. 

D’s a den, not a henhouse; no cowshed, no croft.

Damn that Doge! He’s denuded: drei doublets he’s doffed. 

E’s an eaglet, no piglet; no boobie or beast.

El Effendi’s exuviae’s exited east.

F is a first finger. Curse finger (first)? Nope, nor thumb.

Fact: the Field Marshall’s finery’s faded. (Fo, fum!)

G’s a gown. Hand-me-down? No, nor half-hose, nor hood.

Granted, Guv’s gorgeous gaberdine’s gone. (Gone for good!)

H? Some hops. No herb crops, malabathrum or mint.

Hides His Highness his hide? Hardly (barely!) a hint.

I? Intoned (monophoned), no polyphonied psalm.

In his “au natural” is the idjit Imam.

J’s a jar. Samovar? Nyet! No flagon; no firkin.

Jee-e-eez! Jemadar’s jettisoned jack boots and jerkin. 

K’s a Krupp (a stick-up) gun, though not with a hilt,

while the Kaiser’s kicked free of both Keds and his kilt.

L is lard (soft, not hard). Butter? Not, nor Pashtun ghee.

The Liege Lord loved losing his loincloth (his lungi). 

M’s a minium: Delphinium (though possibly black).

Mais moi Monarch is missing much more than his mack.

N’s a nest (Angler’s Rest), not a hovel or hut,

and the Nabob’s now naked – no ‘if’s, ‘and’s…(one butt)

O’s O’Casey, not Gracie; not Dylan or Donne.

Of the Oligarch’s olive drabs? Oo-o-o-oops! Only one.

P’s pistou, not foudue, not a chili or chowder.

Plus, Pope Paul’s PJs? Paul’s pair (poof!) pulled a powder.

Q’s a quaff, no carafe, not a caldron or cask.

The Queen’s Consort has quit his Qiana (don’t ask).

R’s a red (fully keyed), not a musical saw.

Right! And Rajah runs rings ‘round and ‘round in the raw.

S is swing, buck-‘n’-wing, neither bebop or blues. 

So swings Shah, sans suits, sweats, socks, shirts, shorts…Shit! Sans shoes! 

T’s a tuppence, no thruppence, no dinar, drachm.

Then there’s Tsar taking trousers off – them and the tam.

U’s an urn, no epergne, neither sachels nor sacks.

Us the Ubermensch urges to “Ugh! Just unlax…”

V’s Vent’reno, Capeno, not Skagit nor Sioux.

Vay! The Vice-Viceroy’s vestments have vanished from view.

What a warhorse! (Not your horse: no mustang or mare).

While the Ward Boss Ward’s waltzing, Ward’s wardrobe waits. (Where?) 

X? An X-Ray: convex ray, no spyglass or specs.

The Xabandar’s “’xposed.” (Rating? Quadruplex X!)

Y’s a yak, not a finback; no duck or dugong.

(D’you think you’ll see Your Majesty’s yashmak? You’re wrong.)

Z’s a Zuni, no Sunni, no Pequot, no Paiute.

Zounds! Zupan’s sans supan: no zizith, no zoot suit.

And fin’lly, regarding King Donald the Trump,

though I haven’t the wish to examine his rump,

it’s with glee that I’d see Donald’s raiment ker-plop --

if such circumstance brought the man’s reign to a stop.

"'Oh, Pancho!' Meet the Cisco Kid..." Cinco Por Cisco: A Nonsense Crambo

“Oh, Pancho!” Meet the Cisco Kid.
For short’ning, eat some Crisco, kid.
Your disk-shaped treat...? Nabisco, kid.
Hip-hoppy feet...? Greet Disco Kid. 

Strolls Market Street...? The Frisco Kid.
New Yorker's treat...? Haunt Kisco,* kid.
Jeanne-Claude’s** conceit...? Shoot Christo’s vid:
“Wrap San Luis Obispo, kid!”
     * Mount Kisco, NY, Revolutionary War buff destination. 
   ** Jeanne-Claude Denat de Guillebon, wife of artist 
Christo Javacheff, often photographs her husband’s 
outdoor installations which sometimes involve wrapping
large geographical areas in a textile material.

In Dublin dwelt the Briscoe Kid.*
Recalling yet another Yid:
Stooge Larry Fine’s the “Fist Moe!” Kid.
Does he complete the list, though, kid...?
     * Robert Briscoe was the first Jewish Lord Mayor of Dublin.

Nope! Surgeons lance the Cysto Kid,
and blacks advance our Miss Stowe* Kid.
Cafés finance the Sysco Kid.
But these comprise the gist…no, kid...?
    * Harriet Beecher Stowe wrote Uncle Tom’s Cabin.

Nope! Rest’rateurs serve bisque (or did): 
soup sales, till April brisk, have slid.
And, though pervs see the Kissed Toe Kid,
O. Henry seethes, “That’s ‘Cisco,’ kid!”

Bush: It's My Legacy; or, W's 2006 "Fool Me Once" Quote Blame Game: A Nonsense Rhyme

Fool me once? Blame's on you.

Fool me twice? Blame’s still yours, nu?

Fool me thrice? I’m blaming Rice,

though Condee’s coif’s so dad-blamed nice.

Fooled again? I’m blaming Dick.

Translucence ain’t Dick‘s bailiwick.

Fooled afresh? I now blame Rummy.

(Funny: Rum was once so-o-o chummy.)

Fooled anew? I’m blaming Colin.

Weapons? Lost! Or tossed! Or stolen!

Further fools? Blame Chalabi.

Swears Ahmed: “What a pal I’ll be!”

Fooled moreover? I blame Karl:

“Religious right-wing rant? Je parle!”

Fooled once more? I still blame Rover:

“Two terms? Easy! Skips through clover.”

Newly fooled? I blame Alberto.

His recall? “a- (campo) -perto.”

Encore fooling? I blame Tenet:

“Slam dunk? Sure! Just blow by Senate.”

Fooled e'en more so? I blame Chertoff.

(Swore he’d give his back the shirt off.)

Infinitum fooled? Blame God:

I’d swear Mon Pere purr'd, “Bomb Riyadh!”

Building Wal(l)- (A Nonsense ABC)

Says Drumpf, “I’ll build a wallaby. No "But...": it’s what I do.

So: how’d you build a walla-… Me? I’d bang a kangaroo.”

“My Border Wallball” brand I’ll boost. I'll let Latinos play.

(And, win or lose, I'll promise youse: those Mexicans will pay.)”

Says Drumpf, “I’ll build a Walcott, one I’ll christen ‘Jersey Joe.’

Because I love the poorly educated, as you know.”

“I’ll build a Waldorf salad, paired with Mar-a-Lago cake.

Just read – then heed! -- my Twitter feed: all other news is fake.”

Says Drumpf, “I’ll build a walleyed pike, a once-endangered species.

Drumpf's germophobic, though, and so Drumpf cannot face its feces.”

“Wallflow’rs? Why, I’ll build ‘em high, then grab ‘em by the stamen.

I’ll hump, for fun, the cutest one. (That's why I'm called 'The LayMan'.)”

“A Walgreens for my skin-head white supremacists I’ll build.

I’ll make more dough, while they'll get opioid prescriptions filled.”

Says Drumpf, “I’ll build a Drumpf Walhalla stuffed with neo-Nazis.

We’ll all ‘Sieg heil!’ I’ll wave. I’ll smile. I’ll pose for paparazzis.”

Says Drumpf, “I’ll build a Wallis Simpson. She admired Hitler.

Just wait, you’ll see: she’ll fancy me. (Then, possibly, I’ll diddl’ her.)”

“I’ll build an Azra Walji in Nairobi -- maybe two.

The pair -- you grok? -- will prove Barack was born in Kenya, nu?”

Says Drumpf, “I’ll build a walk-in freezer stocked with Drumpf-brand steaks.

If interest slows, Ivanka knows to flush ‘em down my jakes.”

"I promised I'd build walls. I will. Some Walmarts, too, I'll build.

Let aliens perform the work. Let Mexico be billed."

Says Drumpf, “I’ll built a walnut. Let me hear no ‘and’s or ‘but’s.

Drumpf Real Estate, Drumpf Wine, Drumpf Steaks, Drumpf Golf Balls. Now, Drumpf Nuts!

“I’ll build a Drumpf Walloon, a female – blonde, like gals from Norway,”

says Drumpf. “She, then, will bring a friend or two: we’ll do a four-way!”

“Drumpf's own Walpurgisnacht will be the greatest ever seen,”

outdoing Christmas, Kwanzaa, New Year’s Eve and Halloween.”

Says Drumpf, “I’ll build a Wahlqvist. (Building’s what I do so well.)

I’ll launch intrigues. I’ll launch new leagues. Hey! F.U., NFL!’”

“A Walrus with its Carpenter shall be my next erection.

Th big libidos oysters boost will clinch my re-election.”

Says Drumpf, “I’ll build a Wall Street Journal greater than the first.

The base I’ve sired is sick and tired of fake news: it's the worst.”

Says Drumpf, “A Waltz, a Waluigi and a Walvis Bay,

a second Walwal Incident: I’ll build all four…today.

I’ll build a WALX to grace your FM dial.

O Waly Waly I will build. I’ll play nine holes, then I’ll…

…construct a Michael Walzer (‘tain’t no herculean chore).

John Bolt and I will need one. Why? Our up-and-coming war!

Aunties (A Nonsense ABC)

Attendance at Aunt Assid’s 
afternoon tea 
gets you one lump and two 
of that gal's LSD.
     Because Auntie Bellem’s 
pro Texas succession, 
shall urge she a new 
Northern War of Aggression...?
     Crazy Aunt Colonie’s 
"doin' that dance,”
wearing Uncle’s new jodhpurs! 
Look: Aunt’s in his pants!  
     Doesn’t Auntie D'Pressant 
seem lucid today...?
She's less manic, less panicy. 
Caught she “The Gay”?
     Enter the storm cellar, 
Auntie Em! Go!
One must not stay “Aunt Erior” 
when twisters blow.
     Fritz Creek: there dwells Auntie Frieze, 
hous'd with her hubby.
The temp’s Hyperborean. 
(Lucky they’re chubby.)
     Granted: Great Auntie Grafity’s 
signature tune
must be Les Paul and Mary Ford’s 
“How High the Moon.” 
     Hey, Auntie Hero. 
How goes it with you...?
Feeling seedy...? Or greedy...? 
Or just feeling blue...? 
     In light of Aunt Iquity’s
ninety-odd years,
some applause 
from her nonagenarian peers.
     Joining Auntie Jentacular’s 
pre-breakfast capers...?
Be sure to pack 
plenty of cigarette papers.
     Knahck (Auntie Knahck, 
aka Auntie K),
unlike Huxley, penned her “Antic Hay” 
in one day.
     Like her twin sister, Knahck, 
Auntie Lahck brakes for nowt, 
nihil, nix, nada, nothing: 
poor gal’s got the gout.
     Maybe Auntie McCassar 
does o’erdo the oil.
Adipocerous...? Nossir: 
just Uncle’s “gran’ goil.” 
     Never naughty, but nice, 
Auntie Niceene has been
like a father to me 
(though I speak with chagrin).
     Only I 
ever got Uncle Otto to tell
of the time back in Turkey 
when Auntie Och fell.
     Pretend Auntie Pursperant’s 
odor’s of flowers;
She’s Jewish – old school – 
and quite chary of showers. 
     Quiz Great Auntie Quayted; 
her memory’s choice.
Her nostalg’ae abound. 
(What’s unsound is her voice.)
     Recall that few aunts gel 
and most aunts do not.
Auntie Raysist, when team'd, 
ties a Gordian Knot. 
     So: Auntie Semitic’s 
invited to tea...?
With her mate Auntie Raysist...? 
Then, don’t invite me!
     Tell me, Aunt Tietum:
how many men died
in that Civil War battle 
(read ‘pact suicide’)...?
     Unless you’re a sharp 
or adept at a sting,
playing poker with Auntie Upp 
won’t be your thing. 
     Very well, Auntie Vyrus, 
you’ve proven your point:
You’ve infected my software 
and stunk up the joint.
     Will Auntie Worre rally, 
now she’s caught my cold...?
'Tis a case of “The Fortunes of Worre,” 
so I’m told. 
     Xie Guozong (Andy Xie) 
knows his capital stock.
Auntie Xie hides her hoard 
in her grandfather’s clock.
     You’ve heard Auntie Yeest 
curse her ringworm and thrush...?
She just can't seem to give 
vaginitis the brush.
     Zeal’ is what’s heard when folks ask, 
“What’s the word,
with which line Auntie Zion’s 
denyin’ occurred...?"
     Aunt Tipathie, Auntie Ballistik, 
Aunt Hill,
Aunt Eater, Aunt Arctique: 
all aunts, if you will.
     Aunt Igonee, Auntie Lope…
oodles of aunts.
But…isn’t it time we gave 
uncles a chance...?