Someday I'll (Unpub)

Someday I’ll wish upon a stile,
a Gunn upon some someday isle.
My whim...? "I’d swim a someday mile,
could I but spy some someday pile.”
 

Someday I’ll switch some someday dial

and, pitching on the Someday Nile,
I'll window shop the someday aisle
and glean some genie’s someday vial.”

Someday I’ll find myself on trial,
accused of choosing something vile.
“I’m innocent! No sin! No guile,”
I’ll whine behind my someday smile.
 

Someday I’ll fill a someday file,

belles-lettres in some someday style.
And, as I scan its erster teil,
I’ll yell, “Excelsior!” the while.

At First a Lot + Tillies (Unpub)

     At first a little, then a 

lot 

     upon your wienie or your 

Brät.
     At first she can, but then can-

not, 

     treat MASD -- or dry 

rot – 

     in Binghamton and Endi-

cott.
     At first found in your flower 

pot, 

     mums migrate to a garden 

spot 

     where mornings chilly soon wax 

hot.
     At first Amin’s an Einstein…

NOT. 

     But nor is Id some idi-

ot 

     who neither tittle gives nor 

jot 

     about Ugandans chewing 

khat.

     At first flees Abram’s nephew 

Lot 

     from Sodom and Gomorrah’s 

motte.
     At first some amber oil – Ne-

mat...? -- 

     for you and for your oce-

lot,

     whom, on a dare, you dub Pol 

Pot 

     while chewing some renewing 

qat.
     At first you claim I’m talking 

rot, 

     how I’m just some sodding 

sot

     molesting ev'ry passing 

tot 

     But that ain’t me; that’s Ujay 

Bhat...

     or maybe Oliver Von 

Trott,
     who first remarks, with Scot James 

Watt, 

     the stark remark “X marks the 

spot,”
     which phrase Watt 'blazons 'cross his 

yacht.

     (Such firsts occur in Zhat Vash…?

NOT: 

     They issue from McCloud -- which…? 

Scott! -- 

     in issues of his comic 

Zot!) 

Asking The Answer Dude, Episode 42 (Unpub)

     Ms. Query Person: 

     So, Mister Answer Dude, can you tell me the real story in  

back of all those holes I see -- six rows of three alternating 

with four rows of two -- punctuating the pair of my saltines...?

     Mr. Answer Dude: 

     Those microscopic dimples displayed in elegant array 

across the face of your standard double cracker total 26 -- 

prior to the whole being crumbled into some soup or other. 

The 26 holes deliver a silent reminder of all the differing 

iterations of bouillons and borschts, of gumbos and gruels 

into which you could find yourself executing a crumble.

Soup's On!

 

Hola, Holoalpha! (Unpub)

'Pix* of zombie Jew knockin' in lead run
very quick puts an end to the game' 
mimics 'rhombicubocta-(Ben)-hedron.' 
(Both bazorgt be, to pangrams proclaim.)

 

     * Both the sentence and the word 

contained within single quotes above are 

pangramatic in that each contains all 

26 letters of the alphabet.

Uly Poe holding his own 26-sided
Archimedean solid shabbily constructed
using old copy paper, masking tape,
pencils and a chemical marker.

Wolaly One > Ten: A Jump Rope Rhyme (Unpub)

     There's always more than one way to get there. 

One's but one. One stands alone.
Two's an ore. At heart, it's stone.
Three's an ort, a scrap of meat.
Four's an oat, the grain I eat. 
Five...? Five sat -- a moment's rest
Six...? "The sun set in the west." 
Seven -- see...? They're seven seas. 
Eight's a fee. Just pay it, please! 
Nine's a fen. It's land...? All wet.
Ten's a ten. The best...? You bet!

Canonagrams or Books They Might Have Written (Unpub)

Jane Austin: Injun At Sea
Samuel Beckett: Let 'Em Back...? Es tu...?
Joseph Conrad: Corpse on Hadj
Don DeLillo: No Deli, Doll!
Ralph Waldo Emerson: Howl, Demon! Rape, Pals! 
William Faulkner: Lawn Milk...? Failure!
Graham Greene: Her Garage, Men!
Ernest Hemingway: He's Wearing My Net!
Eugene Ionesco: No, No... I Cue Geese!
Henry James: My Jeans; Her _______
Rudyard Kipling: I Play'd Kurd "Ring"
C. S. Lewis: Swel! (Sic)
Philip Larkin: Pink Hair Pill
Herman Melville: Leave Mr. M____ In Hell!
Vladimir Nabokov: Mr. A, Invalid (Book V)
Eugene O’Neill: I (Né Lee) Lounge
Harold Pinter: In Her Old Part
Quintilian: I Quilt, Nina
Salman Rushdie: Sure, Man: Al's Hid![JH1] 
William Shakespeare: I'll Share a Peek, Swami!
Mark Twain: Mink at War!
Sigrid Undset: I Git ‘Undress’d’
Jules Verne: “Le Jeu” (vers N)
Virginia Woolf: Living for Iowa
Xenephon: "Open Hen 'X'!”
William Butler Yeats: Yes, I Will, Ma...but Later!
Emile Zola: I'm Loleeza
 

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 [JH1]

Constrained Celebrity: An Alphabet (in progress)

"Absolute zero's one get-go,* albeit a bleak..."  

specs Alexis,** who's married with children and swears, "Yeah, I’m Greek.”   

     * Possibly the so-called Great Get-Go, 

often confused with the Big Bang.
     ** Zorba (AZ)
 
"Be yourself! (HO* whom else would you be…?" asks (rhetoric'lly) Boris.**  

"To be anyone else might cause Mother*** some serious tsoris."

     * Russian Cyrillics for 'but' and pronounced
(roughly) 'noh.'
     * Yeltsin (BY)
     *** Mother Russia, of course.
 
"Contemn xenophobes! Contemn..." Rhumba King Cugat* repeats.  

(Just as he would be treated, each stranger this vir bonus** treats.)  

     * Xavier (CX (reverso))
     ** What the good man does is always right –
or so (someplace) suggest the Brothers Grimm.
 
"Do without! Pledge thy pounds to the poor," warbles Dionne* (a song bird),  

though 'tis Bacharach (Burt) who will best teach her right word from wrong word.

     * Warwick (DW)  
 
"’Every valley exalted shall be; every rough place made plain...’:   

I would dance thee that text," Edward* vows, "but in Balanchine vein."

     * Villella (EV)  
 
"I’m fed up! UFOs, URLs, UXBs..." fumes our Felix.*

"In the end, all they yield is some abecedarial helix."

     * Unger (FU) 
 
"Gin and tonic plus juice of one lime: pour the lot over ice..." 

prescribes Gene.* "Good advice," echoes Gene.** "To: innocuous vice!" 

     * Tierney (GT) 
     ** Tunney (GT)
 
"He v she…? The distinction's ambiguous," challenges Holly.* 

So (s)he's Shlomo. Still, what's in a name…? 'So long, Sol; hello, Dolly.'

     * Sweet (HS) 
 
"I, Robot, rest my case," in tones Rumpolean

roars Irene.* "I'd rap it, were I Rock 'n' Rollean."

     * Ryan (IR) 
 
"John Quincey ain't the seventh Chief Exec," corrects Jose.*

"He's sixth, post James Monroe…but what the heck!" (More: what the 

hey!!)
     * Quintero (JQ) 
 
"Key personnel…? Kevin…? Paul…? Rajon…? Ray…?" Kendrick* wonders.

Then Perk's traded, which trade shall yet prove one of Bean Town's big blunders. 

     * Perkins (KP)
 
Leigh/Olivier,* Lunt/Fontaine. Which duo's dropp’d from the list

of great thespian pairs…? Jolie/Pitt…? LOL! THEY'D be miss'd…?

     * (LO) 
 
"Mach'avellian, not to say cynical: 'twas just her way..." 

muses Mike,* as he pegs one-time partner, the late Elaine May.

     * Nichols (MN) 
 
"Not much!" mutters Norman,* when asked if he liked married life. 

 "Good when naked, but less good when dead: much depends on the wife."

     * Mailer (NM) 
 
Ozymandias: "Look on my burg, Mr. Big, and despair!"

(Or Orlando*: "Give ear to my music...or not: I don't care.") 

     * Lasso (OL)
 
[PK: Percy Kilbride]
[QJ: Quincy Jones]
[RI: Robert Ingersoll]
[SH: Sam Houston]
[TG: Theodor Geisel]
[UF: Ugo Foscolo]                    
[VE: V. Emmanuel]
[WD: W. Demarest]
[XC: Claudio Ximenes (reverso)]                  
[YB: Yul Brynner or Yogi Berra]
[ZA: Zufer Avdija (NBA power forward 

and father of current Wizards player 

Deni Avdija]

Rat Dance: Chemical Paint Aerosol Sprayed Through Paper Stencil Onto Painted Salvaged Lumber For Miniature Decorated Baltimore Salt Box

7" x 3 1/4"

A Quintet Of 'Oscar Wilde' Anagrams

     Oscar Wilde

Oscar party games would play.
“Pick any card, sir,” Oscar'd say,
devoid of all frivolity.
“On each be writ the quality
Dame Destiny ascribes to you.
Scoff not, my friend. Her cards speak true."
(Young Aubrey Beardsley drew ‘precocial.’
Ross drew ‘loyal.’ Wilde 

     drew ‘social.’)

     Oscar Wilde 

Says O, "I'm mad for skinny lads.

'Mongst linguists, lean's oft barr'd:

wi' Chomsky's girth's pack'd meager mirth,

as is 

     wi' Eco's lard."

     Oscar Wilde

O to Doctor Fauci: "Doc, could I have overheard

your asking Ronny Jackson if with Debra he's conferr'd

to determine posilutely if immunity's gone herd...?

(And if, within Drumpf's Oval bin, Don asks, 

     'Is 'cel' a word...?')...?"

      Oscar Wilde
"Proof Olympus hugs spinoffs 
of Parkinson's law...? 

Search no further," shrugs Oscar, "than 
      Io's red claw."

     Oscar Wilde

O's green cuisine 

commands the prize.

He's Edna Lewis, 

     col'ard-wise.

Another 'Oscar Wilde' Anagram

      Oscar Wilde 
Wilde courted the Muses. ('Tis said
Oscar even took Thalia to bed.)
Euterpe was pleased. Terpsichore...? Teased.
But Erato and 
     Clio saw red.

Anagrams Around "The Railway Children" (Unpub)

     E. Nesbit:
With footballer Billy a surname she shares.
But Bill: he ain't E., though -- agree…?
As those Nesbits do, Cummingses name-share as well.
('Tis bene:
     B.* isn’t ee.)

    * The actor (that's Bob aka Robert) must never 

be confused with the famous lower-case-initialed 

poet lest cultural chaos ensue -- agree...?