Breitbach’s brat’s bratwurst.
Breitbach’s brat bites brats.
Brats worse. Worse bratwurst.
Breitbach’s brat berates B-rate, worse bratwurst he bites.
Brat’s a Brit.
Brightbach’s brat’s a bright Brit.
Breitbach’s bright Brit brat bites, berates worse, B-rate bratwurst—the brute!
Drew Ward: drawer.
Drew Ward drew dodo dew.
Drew Ward pays Drawers’ Dues.
Draw on dues.
Drawer Drew Ward drew on Drawers’ Dues.
Dues in drawer:
Drawers’ Dues drawer.
Drawer, Drew Ward, drawing dodo dew, drew on Drawers’ Dues drawer.
Both Lulu and bibulous Lew
Took chances inside of the loo.
A sheep got inside:
Lew fancied its hide
In lieu of Lew’s Lulu, loo wool!
Did you give a herring her ring?
Beguile a bluegill?
Surge on a sturgeon?
Park a carp?
You shoulda’ had a shad.
Did you winnow a minnow?
Pick a pike?
Eye well a walleye?
Did you preach a perch?
Argue–or agree–a gar?
Rout a trout?
¡No mas salmon!
Did you tune a tuna?
(A cartoon tuna:
Did you tune a tuna ‘toon?)
Skewer a sucker?
Lean on an eel?
Cinch a conch?
Grip a grouper?
Shirk a shark?
Did you catch a lot of cachelot?
Sir Wright, who was talking to Bea,
Misquoted me to be mighty:
“He e’er writes right-handed
“Too much to write rites right —
“He might be too right to write, might he?”
A Czech and a Chechnyan checked out the chicken meet.
The Czech had his chick and the Chechnyan choked:
“The chick is a catch, but ouch! you have cheek!
“Checkin’ your chick in here clutching that meat.”
The Czech chick–Czill–chatted, “Ciao. For it’s mete
“When Czech chicks with poultry do choose to compete.”
“Check it!” said Chechnyan Chook from the city,
“You’re chock full of chutzpah: all chicken meat’s kitschy.
“A chick and meat’s not mete, Czill, at chicken meets.”
Richard’s son dug poetry torn to its cloddy roots,
And Amy Lee dug nights, wild nights, and hefty organ tunes.
So Dick’s son dug this Amy Lee and both turned toward eternity,
Encompassed Dad’s circumference:
Amy Lee, Dick, and Son.