Poet Frost ‘neath snowy
trees:
“Whose woods these are I think I know…”
Belgian ales go swell with cheese:
“Whose worts…? These are, I think, Hainault’s.”
“Whose woods these are I think I know…”
Belgian ales go swell with cheese:
“Whose worts…? These are, I think, Hainault’s.”
Aleppo’s ethnic music shop:
“Whose ouds these are I’d plink, not blow.”
In Filene’s basement, one more flop:
“Whose goods are these…? Light pink must go!”
“Whose ouds these are I’d plink, not blow.”
In Filene’s basement, one more flop:
“Whose goods are these…? Light pink must go!”
Whose widows these, their hubs laid low...?
Whose windows these...? Such grand tableau!
Whose weeds are these...? They need a mow.
Whose wads these are be short o' dough!
From Golgotha, due east of town:
“Whose roods are these…? They’re zinc, yet glow.”
From people who be black ‘n’ brown:
“Whose ‘hoods be dese…? Dey stink, ma bro!”
This scribe for color’d Pentels fights:
“Whose words are these…? Black ink’s de trop.”
Ms. Martha from Mount Vernon writes:
“Whose wooden teeth… Abe Lincoln’s…? No!”
From telling tales, Milne never rests:
“Roo’s moods bizarre my shrink I’ll show.”
Some Brits engage in kitchen tests:
“Whose pudds, these…? Dare I lick the bowl…?”
Gone’s Sigmund’s objectivity:
“Whose moods, these…? Arch ‘n’ kinky, no…?”
French days wax warm. Who’s thirsty…? Me.”
“Whose food bars, these…? I’d drink iced eau.”
Though blue’s okay, I’m not a fan:
“Whose woads are these…? Like [wink] nice, though.”
"Whose food bar, this...? Might “chink eye” know...?"
The lives of insects rudely toss’d:
“How’d you harm bees…? I’d pink eye sow.”
Augusta’s pro shop -- once more, Frost:
"Whose woods these are I think I know..."
In Rome, what Latin slavers muse:
"Who’d Caesar eye...? “D’ya think I’d know...?"
Say DC’s psychiatric docs:
"Whose wardens...? These let Hinkley go."
One winter Palace comrade mocks:
"Who’d wound this Tsar...? Treblinkans…? Wow!”
In wilderness what Gawain sighs:
"Wodewoses for aye stink, I trow."
Zamboni backup tactic eyes:
"Would kudzu freeze ice rinks...? Why, no."
"Whose snoods are these -- like mink (but faux)...?"
"Use good thesauri: ‘drink.’ (Why ‘eau’…?)”
