Wolalay for Sall(a)y on LONG > TALL

"Sally Long 'n' Tall"
by Ulysses Poe
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        Sal goes 
                (as wide receivers do) LONG.
         Spurts of 
    growth but augment Richard's SONG.
         Like that 
           "Wop-bop-a-loo" song he SANG,
     it per-
suades us, "These Negro's aren't SANE."
       (What some 
               dudes will not do for a SALE!)
       Sal could 
            tell (if she would) y'all a TALE --
       one o-
          blique, though not totally TALL.
     But, as 
Porky might drawl, "Tha-that's all!"

P.I. Pairs Per Paltry Poesy

"Dick Tracy Ullman"
(from "AmalgaMates")
Ulysses Poe
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Nora 'n' Nick, 
Nora 'n' Nick:
one pluperfect hostess, 
one ex-private dick.

     Sherlock 'n' John, 
Sherlock 'n' John:
one ex-army doctor, 
one snoop paragon.

     Archie 'n' Nero, 
Archie 'n' Nero:
one ace raconteur, 
one fully sung hero.

     Lewis 'n' Morse, 
Lewis 'n' Morse:
one clearly a Geordie, 
one not one, of course.

Runcibl'd Spooner: Into the Woods/Into the Weeds

"Teggnology"
Ulysses Poe
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 Name me that tale in which 
  legumes wax tall while John 
  schools one mean giant (his 

  pupil).
  Jack and the Beanstalk.
       And where might an everyday
  pathogen fit in one's 
  lecture on helixes
  duple...?
  Bac in the Genes Talk.

       Moral:
  Which bro's grim...? Him...? Nope! Him!

A Truncated Wolalay on "...and yet..." (aka Getting to Yet)

     The wolalay or word ladder lyric is a 
poetic form of the author's own invention. 
It uses the series of words in a given word 
ladder as ends to successive lines of 
nonsense verse. 
     The item appearing below is a so-called 
truncated wolalay. Its form interrupts each 
successive line with a rhymed line. This item 
further differs from the standard wolalay in 
that the pair of words generating the initial 
ladder are incorporated as a kind of refrain 
following each rhyming pair. Wola...olé!

Who loathes each 'or' and loves each 'and'
should flourish as Our Founders plann'd
                                                 ...and yet...
     before we forward forge, I'd add
how oft with good drops anchor bad
                                                 ...and yet...
     withal thou rate these verses odd,
I pray, "Retire thy firing squad"
                                                 ...and yet...
     whilst some consult the OED,
hordes more withdraw to take a wee
                                                 ...and yet...
     as 'wee'ers would my verses wed
to witch'ry weird, they'd wish me dead
                                                 ...and yet...
     the few construe 'em "not all wet" --
well worthy of an alphabet
     or some such nonsense lit       ...and yet...

"Ann O'Paard, Regina Peartree"
Ulysses Poe
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Runcibl'd Spooner: May 25, 2020

     Based on a suggestion from "Erudite in Evanston."
It’s Memorial Day. 

For our dead, let us pray! 

Bless their souls!

Sursum corda!

In the meanwhile, 

may Drumpf double bogie 

his next eighteen holes.

Curse ‘im! (Sorta.)

     Moral:

He who'd live an ill-spent life

a-wall'win' in the gutter

should die by a disgruntl'd

Secret Service agent’s putter.

"The Silly Unmask'd Chili
 Will Wind Up Piccalilli."
Ulysses Poe
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Runcibl'd Spooner: BYOR*

      * Bring Your Own Religiosity
"In hoc signo vinces," 
whispers God to Constantine:
the sign of the cross.
One tears, one fears, without one's beers.
One weeps without one's wine:
the cryin' off the sauce.

     Moral:
Ain't no "...hoc..."
without no hock.*

     * Cf. "Hoc est enim calix 
sanguinis mei" and all that.

"The Laughing Caviar"
Ulysses Poe
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From the Lighthouse (fragments)

     These brief passages -- several little more than 
shards -- occur in various paragraphs late in the episode 
in which Babetina and Second Mate Quipple commandeer 
the smaller of the Monocle's two dinghies, lower away 
beneath a moonless sky and, after swaddling a pair  
of oarlocks with their bandanas so as to avoid rousing 
the dozing watch, row hard through choppy seas 
for the jetty...and freedom.

…-ster Chips, The Secret Sharer…

                ...Secheyaye, De Saussure...

                              …South Seas shells wash’d ashore…

                       …chivalrous...? That's for sure…

         …tres enchanté, mon cher-…

…she's elsewhere in the shire…

              …some sheets far short of sheer…

                       …for splashing, no one’s shyer…

                                 …silk shrouds...? How "Norma Shearer"…

"Turbotgart"
(from "Poissons of Interest")
Ulysses Poe
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Speaker Pelosi Channels the Mad Gardener or Meanwhile, Back on Planet Sanity...

"Mar-a-L'Eggo"
Ulysses Poe
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She thought she heard Uns' Fuehrer's knell,
"I take hydroxychloroquine."
What did Herr yell...? "I shake like hell 
the White House Hydrox cookie tin
to gobble all what tumbles out.
'Tis why I'm (morbidly) so thin."
     She thought she heard Herr's further peal,
"I'm also dosing tabs of zinc."
What did Herr spiel...? "My base's zeal...?
The greatest ever's what I think."
Thinks she, "You know what's really real...?
Mein Herr's Le Duc de Doublethink."

Runcibl'd Ray or Kipling's Kaboodle

"Huck Finn's 
Fellow Traveler Negger Jim" 
Ulysses Poe
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In re the ruddier races, Rud’s*
vocif'rent: "White Man’s Burden."

Chow down on Unconcern'd But Not
Indiff'rent: Bite Man’s** wordin’!

      Moral:

He’ll fancy seconds,
even thirds,

whoever's order'd, 
"Eat those words!"

     * I.e., Rudyard Kipling’s 
controversial poem.

     ** I.e., Man Ray's 

beautiful art book.

Flight

White butterflies...? All butterflown.
White fleas as well: well-fled.
The firefly, too, who scaled our flue...?
Callay! Callooh! Laid tread!
     More flies -- a flock (not fake, not mock) --
who flaying forme'ly fear'd,
now face a fit from veils of FLIT.
Pale insect flight's (like) weird.
     Each milky moth seems "at a loth."
Chalk crickets chirp, "We're skeer'd!"
Bleach'd ladybirds...? I lack the words.
In short, all've disappear'd.

"The Home Alone Ranger"
Ulysses Poe
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Runcibl'd Spooner: Star Wars Stars

"A is for A____: S"
Ulysses Poe
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The Child to Disney sales is key.

(I wish I held the copyright.)

Baby Yoda.

Which wineskin – “A” or “B” or “C” –

contains the Albariño white…?

Yay! “B” bota!

     Moral:

Whose kids are Mandalorians

shall prove poor Montessorians.