
Liza Minelli’s first name is said wrong.
The long Ī’s a ruinous, clumsy diphthong.
But Liza’s—like Pisa’s name—soars like a tower
And leaningly swages with love and with power.
My uncle gives me pause, a scare:
He frets to stare at Fred Astaire.
It turns out that Louis Pasteur
Was, psychically, less than all pure.
A room he’d secure
With a hidden peep viewer:
Old Louis was quite the voyeur!
Empirically writing, John Locke
Philosophized next to a loch.
The loch was Loch Lomand:
All Gaelic—not Norman’d,
So John Locke’s loch book was a lock.
My dad and I, we have a way
Of complicating words we say.
To you “percale” is our “purr-COL-lee.”
Excuse us once, just once per collie.
Anthropology, linguistics, archaeology, and writing systems
Carmina et Verba pro Discipulis Meis
Reading, writing and a-rhythmic tics
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