Wholly Satyrday: Four Antique Greek Dialectics in Dialect...Plus a Penultimate Eggcentricity

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        Euthyphro:
No way, José, on Sattaday,

a “What-in-hell’s-the-matta…?” day!

Shall COVID virus soon expire us…?

'Attaway!

       Socrates:

Still, come what may, it’s Sattaday,

a “Choc’late-Cupcake-Batta” day.

And (none too soon) I’ll lick the spoon...

on Sattaday. 

*   *   *   *   *  

       Euthyphro:

Vous! Vous allez! It’s Sattaday,

an “Alice’s-Mad-Hatta” day.

Another briefing, Dung-in-Chiefing

sadder day.

       Socrates:

But, by the way, it's Sattaday,

an Amaryllis-Attaday.

Aromas’ spew I love. Don’t you…

on Sattaday…? 

*   *   *   *   *

       Euthyphro:
Though it's cliche, it’s Sattaday,

a “Chimpanzee-like-Chatta” day.

From podium flows odium.

(That’s ev’ry day.)

       Socrates:

But, blue or grey, it’s Sattaday,

a “Fasts-But-Make-Me-Fatta” day.

“Please, just one smidgen, Señor Fridge,

on Sattaday...?”

*   *   *   *   *

       Euthyphro:
Hip! Hip! Hooray! It’s Sattaday,

an “Energy-from-Matta…?” day.

The second's dark. The first...? A quark...

...or gamma ray.

       Socrates:

Still, “Yay!” or “Nay!”, it’s Sattaday!

Speak: Former…? Or the lattaday...?

(I opt for “Yea!” And, thus: “Hooray:

It’s Sattaday.” )

Eggcentric Apple:
I Heart Noeuf Yolk!

Good Friday: Godzilla...? Nope! "God dag!"...& Additional Eggcentriciity

     The Exchanges are closed. You're out of masks.
You're weary from fasting. What to do? Enjoy today's 
posting. (And don't neglect to leave a comment before 
you throw in the Lenten towel and raid the fridge.)

Hell is other people.

Other people…? Hell.

(You say you don’t believe it...?

There's this bridge to you I’d sell.)

When Hell’s in need of harrowing,

The Lord’s the lad to do it.

He’ll harrow it, but then he’ll split.

(He’s only passing through it.)

You’ll need to ford the river Styx,

if Dante’s Hell you’d visit.

Recall this line from Canto IX...?

“Hell ain’t no picnic, is it!”

Though Hell be other people,

I’d rather, don’t you know,

opt not to yell, “Oh, hell! Oh, hell!”

I’d rather say, “Hell-o.”

Eggcentric Uncertainty:
Seven Types of Ambegguity

Soulfege: an Irregular Reggae...Plus Additional Eggcentricity

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transliteration followed by a set 

of explanatory notes. In all your 

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down to the intro of the following 

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DO..., singin'
DO-RE..., singin'
DO-RE-MI...
SI-MI-DO-DO what sing
DO-RE-MI...?

Queen LA-TI-FA singin' MI-FA
love MI-DO-DO what sing
DO-RE-MI...
Franklin's FA-LA: he sing LA-LA...
he de LA-FA smoke de RE-FA...
eat FA-LA-FA wid MI-DO-DO what sing
DO-RE-MI.

SI-SI-LA-TI singin' FA-TI,
DO-SI-DOin' on de SO'-FA,
read Fo' DO-LA to MI-DO-DO what sing
DO-RE-MI...
SI G. SOL-TI, singin' DO-TI...?
Play de LA-DO wid Ms SI-LA,
eat RE-SO'-DO wid MI-DO-RE
an' LA-RE-DO...? He SO'-SO'-RE
tellin' all de lad an' LA-SI
'bou' MI-DO-DO what sing DO-RE...
'bou' MI-DO-DO what sing
DO-RE-MI.

DO-SOL-DO-SI sing SOL-SOL-SI
feel SOL-SOL SOL singin' FA-DO
DO-RE-LA-DO-DO-RE-LA-DO...
Auxerre's RE-MI sing DO-TI-MI
go fo' SOL-LA out in SI-MI
TI-LA-TI-MI-LA-SI-MI-MI...
Boheme's MI-MI singin' SI-MI
bus' de SI-SOL she SOl-MI-TI
SOL-FA-SI-TI-FA-SOL-TI-TI...
Roscoe FA-TI sing FA-LA-TI
eat de SI-TI swat de TI-TI
SI-LA-SOL-FA-MI-RE-DO

SI Juan TI-SOL he no DO-MI
TV FA-SI hug his LA-MI
G DO-RE who etch a pitcha
fo' de Uris novel MI-LA
Marshal TI-DO jus' say SI-SI
who say RE-MI-FA-SOL-LA
Even LA-SI singin' FA-SI
wid fren' TI-MI singin' SI-MI
fresh from skiin' on Lake TI-TI
twirl de LA-SO -- very RE-SI
everybody love MI-DO-DO wha' sing
DO wha' sing DO-RE
everybody love MI-DO-DO wha' sing
DO-RE-MI!

For the linguistically challenged, 
a rough transliteration:

"Do...," singing
"do-re...," singing
"do-re-mi":
see my dodo who sings,
"do-re-mi..."?                                            (5)

Queen Latifah, singing "Mi-fa...,"
loves my dodo who sings,
"Do-re-mi..."
Franklin's Fala, singin,' "La-la..." --
(he's the laugher smoking reefer), --           (10)
eats falafal with my dodo who sings,
"Do-re-mi..."

See C. Lahti, singing, "Fa-ti,"
"do-si-do"ing on the sofa?
Reads "Fo' Dollah" to my dodo who sings,    (15)
"Do-re-mi."
See George Solti singing, "Do-ti"?
Plays the Lotto with Ms Sela,
eats risotto with Midori
and Laredo (he's so sorry!),                       (20)
telling all the lads and lassies
'bout my dodo who sings,
"Do-re..." -- 'bout my dodo who sings,
"Do-re-mi."

Dosso Dossi sings, "Sol-sol..." He               (25)
feels "so-so," so's singing fado:
"Do-re-la-do, do-re-la-do!"
Auxerre's Remi sings, "Do-ti-mi..."
Goes for solar out in Simi:
"Ti-la-ti-mi, la-si-mi-mi!"                           (30)
"Boheme"'s Mimi, singing, "Si-mi...",
busts the see-saw (she's so meaty!):
"Sol-fa-si-ti, fa-sol-ti-ti!"
Roscoe (Fatty), sings, "Fa-la-ti...",
eats the ziti, swats the tse-tse:                   (35)
"Si-la-sol-fa-mi-re-do!"

See Juan Tizol? (he's no dummy)?
TV's Fozzi hugging Lamby?
G. Dore, who etched the picture
for the Uris novel "Mila..."?                         (40)
Marshall Tito (just say "Si, si...")
who says "Re-mi-fa-sol, la-si!"?
Even Lassie (singing, "Fa-si...")
with friend Timmy (singing, "Si-mi..."),
fresh from skiing on Lake Titi...,                  (45)
twirl their lassoes (ver-r-r-r-ry racy!):
Everybody loves my dodo who sings,
"Do...", who sings, "Do-re..." --
everybody loves my dodo who sings,
"Do-re-mi!"                                               (50)


Notes (literary, not musical)

3 The first three solfege syllables
4 A bird -- extinct elsewhere -- who lives with 
me
6 A former rapper
9 FDR's terrier
10a One who laughs -- i.e., any family pet who 
giggles while smoking dope.
10b Reefer -- i.e., marijuana in cigarette form
11 A kind of mideastern sandwich
13 The film actress Christine
14 Do-si-do, a square-dance step
15 "Fo' Dollah," a Michener story and source 
for Broadway's "South Pacific."
17 The Hungarian-British opera conductor
18a A regional lottery game played with 
scratch-off tickets
18b The actress Sela Ward
19a Risotto, a tasty rice dish
19b The famous violinist
20 The pianist Jaime Laredo
25 The Renaissance painter Giovanni de Luteri's 
professional name
25 The mournful Portuguese music genre
28 The Carolingian music theorist
29a An alternative energy source -- i.e., solar, 
wind, etc.
29b The southern California bedroom community
31 The principal soprano role in a famous Puccini 
opera
32 A playground device
34 The silent movie star Roscoe Arbuckle, known 
as "Fatty"
35a A variety of pasta
35b The tse-tse fly, a disease-carrying insect pest
37 The famous Duke Ellington trombonist
38a The jokester Muppet bear
38b A child's plush toy
39 The illustrator Gustave Dore
40 Leon Uris's novel Mila 18
41 The Yugoslav revolutionary
43 A (TV) dog and...
44 ...his (TV) boy
45 Lake Titicaca borders Bolivia and Peru
46 A lariat
50 And again, as in the beginning, the first three 
solfege syllables 

Eggcentric Astronomy:
Solar Eggclipse

A Passover Posting...and an Easter Eggcentricity

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99 Jews air their views at the Wall.
99 Jews airing views.
If one with El Youssef gets into a brawl,
there'll be 98 Jews airing views at the Wall.

98 Jews left to schmooze at the Wall.
98 Jews dishing schmooze.
If one is reluctant to borrow a shawl, 
there'll be 90 plus 7 a-schmooze at the Wall.

90 plus 7 Jews choose at the Wall. 
90 plus 7 Jews choose.
If one ceases praying ("My kippah's too small")
there'll be 96 Jews left to choose at the Wall. 

96 Jews beltin’ blues at the Wall.
96 Jews beltin’ blues.
If one belts "Baruch!" in a West-Texas drawl,
there'll be 95 Jews beltin’ blues at the wall.

95 Jews queue in twos at the Wall.
95 Jews queue in twos.
If one performs stunts with his medicine ball,
there’ll be 94 queueing in twos at the Wall.

94 Jews drinking booze at the Wall.
94 Jews drinking booze.
If one departs early for nosh at the mall,
there’ll be 93 Jews drinking booze at the Wall.

93 Jews pay their dues at the Wall.
93 Jews paying dues.
If one supports “Two-State” – (“‘twere three parts in Gaul…”)
there’ll be 92 Jews paying dues at the Wall.

92 Jews light a fuse at the Wall.
92 Jews light a fuse.
If one sets his bomb off, thus giving his all,
there’ll be 91 Jews with a fuse at the Wall.

91 Jews losing shoes at the Wall.
91 Jews losing shoes.
If one, thinking twice, keeps his on after all,
there’ll be 90-some Jews doffing shoes at the Wall.

90-some Jews look for loos near the Wall.
90-some Jews search for loos.
If one leaves the quarter to “answer the call,”
there’ll be 89 Jews without loos at the Wall.

89 Jews search for clues at the Wall.
89 Jews search for clues.
If one finds a shekel, one minted by Saul,
there’ll be 88 Jews with no clues at the Wall.

88 Jews take their cues at the Wall.
88 Jews taking cues.
If one cries, “I am big: the pictures got small,”
there’ll be 7-plus-80-odd Jews at the Wall.

Jews – 87! -- wipe ooze from the Wall.
Jews – 87! -- wipe ooze.
If one eschews soap, using grain alcohol,
there’ll be 86 Jews wiping ooze from the Wall.

86 Jews fasten screws to the Wall.
86 Jews fasten screws.
If one, name of John, hangs his portrait of Paul,
there’ll be 85 Jews setting screws in the Wall.

85 Jews slaughter gnus at the Wall.
85 Jews slaughter gnus.
Of one, to keep kosher, should shutter his stall,
there’ll be 84 Jews killing gnus at the Wall.

84 Jews bare tattoos at the Wall.
84 Jews bare tattoos.
If one wears “Love, Mom” in a heart – and that’s all,
there’ll be 83 ink-wearing Jews at the Wall.

83 Jews shear their ewes at the Wall.
83 Jews shear their ewes.
If one shaves his sheep a bit close (hear it bawl?),
there’ll be 82 Jews shearing ewes at the Wall.

82 Jews hop their brews at the Wall.
82 Jews hopping brews.
If one brews a Gorkha, as brew’d in Nepal,
there’ll be 81 Jews hopping brews at the Wall.

81 Jews plot their coups at the Wall.
81 Jews plotting coups.
If one says to Yasser, “You’re takin’ the fall,”
there’ll be 80-some Jews plotting coups at the Wall.

80-some Jews recruit crews at the Wall.
80-some Jews recruit crews.
If one cries, “No Muslims I'll hire from Bhopal,”
there’ll be 79 Jewish scouts at the Wall.

79 Hebrews cruising the Wall.
79 Hebrews cruise.
If one, though named Abd, finds a date after all,
there’ll be 78 Hebrews cruising the Wall.

78 Jews down Dews at the Wall.
78 downing Dews.
If one to club soda’s discover'd in thrall,
there’ll be 77 Dew’d Jews at the Wall.

77 Jews lose at the Wall.
77 Jews lose.
If one, against all odds, wins big after all,
there’ll be 76 Jews who lose at the Wall.

76 Jews plant yews at the Wall.
76 Jews plant yews.
If one plants a pin oak instead – one too tall --
there’ll be 75 sapling yews at the Wall.

75 Jews bring Siouxs to the Wall.
75 Jews bring Siouxs.
If one says, “Chief Smoke won’t, though maybe his squaw’ll,”
there’ll be 74 Jews with Siouxs at the Wall.

74 Jews tame shrews at the Wall.
74 Jews tame shrews.
If Shakespeare’s King John one would then overhaul
there’ll be 73 Jew-tamed shrews at the Wall.

73 Jews a-snooze at the Wall.
73 Jews a-snooze.
If one, waken’d rudely, commences to bawl,
there’ll be 72 Jews a-snooze at the Wall.

72 Jews cook stews at the Wall.
72 Jews cook stews.
If one adds, not wine, but propylene glycol,
there’ll be 71 stew’d Jews strewn ‘round the Wall.

71 Jews hear “Nu…?”s at the Wall.
71 Jews hear “Nu…?”s
If one fears that Yiddish expressions appall,
there’ll be 70 Jews hearing “Nu…?”s at the Wall.

70 Jews defame Druze at the Wall.
70 Jews defame Druze.
If one Jew acknowledges, “That’s a foul ball,”
there’ll be 69 Jews dissing Druze at the Wall.

69 Jews spit their chews on the Wall.
69 Jews spitting chews.
If one says, “My Beechnut tastes mostly like gall,”
there’ll be 68 Jews spewing chews at the Wall.

68 Jews faking news at the Wall
68 Jews faking news.
If one of them says, “You can’t fight city hall,”
67 fake news Jews report from the Wall.

60 plus 7 Jews sue near the Wall.
60 plus 7 Jews sue.
If one of them settles (“I hate a long haul”),
There’ll be 66 Jews with disputes near the Wall.

66 Jews wading sloughs near the Wall.
66 Jews wading sloughs.
If one of ‘em falls but continues to crawl,
there’ll be 65 Jews wading sloughs near the Wall.

65 Jews comb their dos at the Wall.
65 Jews comb their dos.
If one of them opts for a synthetic fall,
there’ll be 64 Jews combing dos at the Wall.

64 Jews catch bird flus at the Wall.
64 Jews catching flus.
If one vaccinates with some corn ethanol,
there’ll be 63 Jews still with flus at the Wall.

63 Jews sniffing glues at the Wall.
63 Jews sniffing glues.
If one mixes Elmer’s with parasite gall,
there’ll be 62 Jews sniffing glues at the Wall.

62 Jews spray-paint hues on the Wall.
62 Jews spraying hues.
If one covers all with a Gainsboro pall,
There’ll be 61 Jews spraying hues on the Wall.

61 Jews hail their muse at the Wall.
61 Jews hail their muse.
If one of those muses dismisses the call,
there’ll be 60-some muse-hailing Jews at the Wall.

60-some Jews construct pews at the Wall
60-some Jews construct pews.
If one of those Jews hollers, “Prie-dieux for all!”
there’ll be 59 Jews building pews at the Wall.

59 Juif cordon-bleus at the Wall.
59 Juif cordon-bleus.
If one opts to saute cuisine from Nepal,
there’ll be 58 Juif cordon-bleus at the Wall.

58 Jews mouthing ‘mu’s at the Wall.
58 Jews mouthing ‘mu’s.
If one mouths a ‘nu’ instead (what a miscall!)...?
58 less one Jews mouthing ‘mu’s at the Wall.

50 plus 7 Jews coo towards the Wall.
50 pus 7 Jews coo.
If one of those Jews grabs one last curtain-call,
there’ll be 56 Jews cooing “ooh!”s at the Wall.

56 Jews courting Sues at the Wall.
56 Jews courting Sues.
If one Jew cries, "Suze! What'sa matta wit' y'all...?”
there’ll be 55 Jews courting Sues at the Wall.

55 Jews speaking Wu at the Wall.
55 Jews speaking Wu.
If one of them says, “This is not Montreal!”
there’ll be 54 Jews speaking Wu at the Wall.

54 Hebrews call’d Saul scale the Wall.
54 Hebrews call’d Saul.
If one of ‘em changes his name to RuPaul,
there’ll be 53 Hebrews call’d Saul on the Wall.

53 Jews a rose strews near the Wall.
53 Jews a rose strews.
If one of those Jews feels that daisies enthrall,
There’ll be 52 Jews left to strew near the Wall.

52 Jews cry, “J’accuse!” at the Wall.
52 Jews cry, “J’accuse!”
If one gets the picture: “This IS Montreal,”
there’ll be 51 cries of “J’accuse!” at the Wall.

51 Jews sweeping flues near the Wall.
51 Jews sweeping flues.
If one plans a new Franklin stove to install,
there’ll be 50 in all Jewish sweeps near the Wall.

Jews – half a hundred! – a-sprawl at the Wall.
Jews – half a hundred! – a-sprawl.
These Jews, having fought in this hu-u-u-uge free-for-all
to decide which would win the requir’d wherewithal
to repair wear 'n' tear on their prized Western Wall,
put an end to each other. ‘Tis tragish!
                                                         (That’s all...


...or nearly all.) 

Eggcentric Ahab:
Greggory Pegg

Gimme Shelter(ing)...and More Eggcentricity

     I'm staying home. So should you. 
In the meantime, remind your friends 
to visit this site. And none of you should 
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While sheltering in place
I'll spend this year of grace
composing verse --
some deep, some terse --
while sheltering in place.

While sheltering in place
I'll never touch my face.
My hands I'll wash
to COVID quash...
while sheltering in place.

While sheltering in place
I'll play my double bass.
I'll slowly bow "Mood Indigo"
while sheltering in place.

While sheltering in place
I'll pray, "Lord: Drumpf erase!
May POTUS D eternity
spend sweltering someplace!" 

Eggcentric Torah:
Eggsodus

I Up and Roam: a Pantoum Prompted by the Present Plague...Plus Further Eggcentricity

     A pantoum is a Malay poetic form 
with a rather strict pattern of repeated 
lines. Here's one that respects that 
pattern while attempting to capture the 
feelings of perhaps more than a few 
fellow citizens. As always, don't forget 
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I up and roam about my room

as I have likewise done before.

I breathe the stay-at-home perfume

which issues from the kitchen door.

As I have likewise done before

I taste the tang of last night’s stew

which issues from the kitchen door

and count my breaths: one, two…one, two.

I taste the tang of last night’s stew.

I wonder, “What’s tomorrow’s meal…?”

and count my breaths: one, two…one, two.

Is this how I’m supposed to feel…?

I wonder, “What’s tomorrow’s meal…?”

and stare intently at the floor.

Is this how I’m supposed to feel --

as I have likewise done before…?

Eggcentric Ballet:
Alleggro

A Posy of Pankhursts...Plus More Eggcentricity

     Hey, you guys! It's the centennial of American women 
securing their right to vote. How is it I've seen vanishingly 
little celebration acknowledging it?  

     Not so Poe. 

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Who's Henry F. Pankhurst...? You're drawing a blank...?
He's Daddy to Harriet Pankhurst. (He drank.)
His one son, call'd John Pankhurst, most class'd "a crank."
His daughter Elizabeth once drove a tank.

His other son, Richard, achieved major rank.
Mrs. Emmeline Pankhurst, young wife of this swank,
begot Dick three daughters (tho' no sons named Frank).
One, Christabel Pankhurst, wound up as a Yank.

One, Adela Pankhurst, turn'd Communist manque.
One, Sylvia Pankhurst, galumph'd the Left Bank
while Richard, her son (she bore no tots call'd Hank),
sired by Silvio Corio -- bred as a prank --

Ethiopia dwelt in ("than Britain less dank"),
but went home when that state into civil war sank.
Of Alula and Helen -- from Dick Pankhurst's flank...?
I've got zippo to say. (You will later me thank.)

Eggcentric Rhumba:
Beggin the Begguine

Nizzarda for the N Word or Doin' the Spellcheck Shimmy...Plus a Bit More Eggcentricity

Eggcentric Shabazz:
Malcolm Eggs

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Whence heroes de yore, like The
Right Stuff's Chuck Yigger…?
Who cheers as the U.S. files
climate's hair trigger…?
Who's praisin’ the Christian while
razin’ the Uigher…?
Americans!
(Morons who mutter the N word.)

Who black-listed Zero Mos-
tel ‘n’ Pete Sigger…? 
Who back’d Michelle Bachman 'n'
blog’d "How we dig ‘er!"…? Who’s
cast bags o' ballots for
Palin…? Go figger!
Americans!
(Bigots who stutter the N word.)

Who neighs to his neighbor, "My
handgun's w-a-a-ay bigger"…? Who
drives after drinkin’ way,
wa-a-a-ay too much ligger…? Who 
feels Donald Trump has no
need of a wigger…? 
Americans!
(Fascists who utter the N word.)

On steroids, Team USA's
cyclists proved quigger, though 
usin’s destroy’d more than
one Major Ligger, while
judges who know better
chortle ‘n’ snigger.
Americans!
(Dastards who utter the N word.)

Who bans marijuana but 
puffs a fat cigger…? Who
boozes by gallon 'n'
not by the jigger…? Who
flaunts G. I. Joe, dissin’
Eeyore ‘n’ Tigger…?
Americans!
Nazis who stutter the N word.)

Who "pooh!"s Mendel's gene work while
callin’ him 'Grigger'…? Thinks
H'waii'ns by spaceship came,
not by out-rigger…? And
who doesn’t think Donald
Drumpf’s Chief Intriguer…?
Americans!
Cravens who mutter the N word.)

Who adores ‘n’ defers to the
Founders with vigor, in-
sistin’ all immigrants
weather the rigor of
Homeland Security's
brutal butt-kigger…?
Americans!
(Racists who stutter the N word.)

When promises made to the 
farm-produce piggers de-
serve follow-through, who are
A-one renegers…? A
hint: who's hellbent – neither
zaggers nor ziggers…?
Americans!
(Nutters who mutter the N word.)

Amazingly, some blacks
themselves call the N word, whose
ancestors came as slaves,
stuff’d in square-riggers, whose
kin, nonetheless, are all 
Anti-Def Liggers. Why
would folks -- black, white – ever
utter the N word...? Be-
cause they're Americans…? 
(Facts, ma'am...just figgers!)
America! 'Merica!
Merry America!
Still full o' nitwits 
who utter the N word.)