Also: dengue = deŋˈ-gē

The nasty aedes may bring thee
Both yellow fever and dengue.
It wiped out the cast
DS:9 to the last—
Save for the immune Ferengi.

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.
The lissome composer, Franz Liszt,
Was affected by labial lisps.
Hungarian Rhapsodies
Proved the right remedies
To render Liszt’s lisp to a wisp.
A question that’s novelly dry, sir:
Is the “s” to be soft in T. Dreiser?
Or should it be “z”?
Conundrum to me
That spurs me to drink down Budweiser.
The gangster called Alphonse Capone
Went South to get a new phone.
“Our phone’s here are pone-y,
And not macaroni.”
Capone got a pone-phone to own.
A will-maker, twisted and silly,
Remarked to a client named Willy:
“A willer may will
“Anything in a will,
“So will he will wills? Willy, will he?”
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