and we don't care who knows it. As Pepi might say, "Draw your
own conclusions!" (As Pirovitch might comment,"Who did this
dreadful thing...?")
Pepi Katona Matuschek and Co's former errand boy.
Po' Kate: "I nap!" Li'l Orphan Katherine does little but sleep these days.
A peak pinot. A '12 or '14, probably.
Oink, eat pap! Plunk your magic... Slurp your lovely swill, Piggy.
Oink ate Pap. Hog gobbl'd up Daddy.
Kapitän Poe Commander of the Starship Ulalume.
Nappie OK...? Ta. My diaper in place...? Thanks.
EPA: not Paki! One agent is sure she was dink.
I kept a p'ano. I kept a gu'tar as well, didn't I.
Kent, IA: pop. A. A certain Mr. A. is the sole inhabitant of Kent, Iowa.
A pinko pate. Marxist intellectual.
A pinko pâté. Marxist hors d’oeurvre.
Pa Pio taken. Italian stigmatist kidnapped.
Apia knot PE Samoan “pretzel” calisthenics.
Pepin to a Ka Letter from Frankish king to a subject's soul.
Opa! Pink tea! This stuff's even better than ouzo...well, almost.
Take no pipa! You're allow'd a single liuqin, however.
Aka one Tipp. The scoundrel uses several aliases.
An okapi, Pet. It's a kind of antelope, my dear.
Ape a inkpot! You're already a ebon incorrigible, aren't ya.
Opiate knap. Remedy-in-a-rucksack, eh...?
A knot; a pipe. A gnarl; a corncob.
"P" Ape ain't ok. Tho' "O" Ape and "Q" Ape seem perfectly fine.
A poet; a pink. Second line of the poem "A bard; a carnation."
Tap on a kepi. Hi, there, legionnaire!
A pea pint...? Ok! I've never tried legume-hopp'd beer before.
Note I Kappa...? Is the Japanese water demon here...?
Patina poke. Rust caddy.
No pike tapa. Lack of fish scale textile.
Appoint Åke. Surely the best Swede for the job.
Pa’O pink tea. An acquired taste, even in Mandalay.
A. Pope, I. Kant. Wise guys.
