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Monikers and Unmentionables
by Kristina Woodhillin island there is no “c”
no double-u to onder hy
two kinds of aa's, ee's, eyes, oo's, uu's, and yy's
double dd's and a very intimate Æ
but absolutely no double-u to onder hy
law prescribes in the island with no 'c'
a name list
acceptable
pronounceable
letterally inscribable
no Moon Units, Dweezles, or Fuzzbots allowed
at home here
where breezes whoosh wind through my wheezes
side by side with what, when, how, whither, weather, and who,
wonder wanders with will, winks wickedly at why
we birth
politicians named Pro-life
all on a Memphis Eve
from Heaven above
seasoned with Sage Moonblood
sung low, sung low before Jermagesty
yet smack dab in the middle
of this nameful ocean bonanza
I confess, our very own island has no 's'
01/03/2013
Author's Note: http://news.yahoo.com/icelandic-girl-fights-her-own-name-074758814.html
Posted on 01/03/2013
Copyright © 2025 Kristina Woodhill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 01/04/13 at 02:14 AM Liked this alot. Love your use of the alphabet. As always, creative. |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 01/04/13 at 05:44 PM At the risk of sounding punny, this poem "Zappa" me right out of my post-New Year doldrums, Kristina! _Onderful work! |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/15/13 at 04:59 PM Fun read as always, Kristina. |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 03/23/13 at 08:37 PM The land of i[ndulgence?]
Since reading that article, I've decided to rename my cat 'dog poo' (she has an incredibly robust digestive system)...
Oh yeh; forgot to mention: brilliant poem. |
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