 Loamily-Pomily Ted Hughes and Sylvia Found that love’s heaven could Turn into hell. Ted went philandering Mythopoetically; Sylvia crumpled. Things Didn’t end well. George Simmers |
 Snippetty-whippetty Sellar and Yeatman wrote history’s headlines in memorable bits Wrong but Wromantic nails incontrovertibly Cavalier mindsets and sums up the Brits. D.A. Prince |
 Hookery-crookery Cummings the SPAD-in-chief Tested his eyes, driving Miles down the road. Yet, while he broke the rules Unsurreptitiously Met no police, unlike Poor Mister Toad. Jerome Betts |
 Wailing unfailingly, Robert A. Zimmerman filled up the airways from Cork to Carmel, sounding to some like his nasopharyngeal airways were frequently filled up as well. Alex Steelsmith |
 Doomily, gloomily, Fields of the Nephilim Still get together to Gig here and there, Growling out songs that are Incomprehensible, Largely to people with Black spiky hair. Rob Stuart |
 Dubious cubious, Sergei Diaghilev Said to Picasso, "These Sketches? The pits! Overexuberant Cubism bites it. We're Not gonna chop balle- Rinas to bits." Max Gutmann |
 Pooterly-suiterly Weedon and Oliver, Grossmiths whose diary-form tales of a clerk made lower middle class respectability glorious farce and a bit of a lark. D.A. Prince |
 Honorous-onerous, Jesus of Nazareth Told his apostles, "You're Very polite. Nobody doubts that the Title's well-meant, but, guys, 'Generalissimo' Isn't quite right." Max Gutmann |
