“Yo! Oy,” said the old Philly Jew,
“Taco Cat was just sick in my shoe!
“Evil Olive eats socks,
“Hannah misses the box...
“Senile felines are making me blue.”

Based on the suggestion: “palindrome”

A techno-taxonomist, Lila,
Was explaining some telephone phyla:
'There's “-Joke” and there's “-Ride”
'And then “-Song”; all inside
'The umbrella division of “Dial-A.”'

A daring detective named Oliver
Killed a perp with his trusty revoliver.
So he went to the church
Where his soul's blackened smirch
Was redeemed by a priestly absoliver.

Based on the suggestion: "Lila and Oliver"

I enjoy a nice life, for a lizard.
I've got plenty of grubs in my gizzard.
Still, I think of last spring
When I lived like a king...
Guess I shouldn't have teased that old wizard. 

Based on the suggestion: “wizard"
 

Alas, as a grade school librarian

I'm mostly a disciplinarian.

If I'd known that (to teachers)

Nice kids become creatures,

I'd have kept my first job: veterinarian.

Based on the suggestion: “librarian”

My attempts to produce marmalade
At first had me slightly dismayed
'Cause the jars would explode.
But I've now cracked the code.
I just label them “Fruit Hand Grenade.” 

Based on the suggestion: “marmalade”

A stench that's described as “mephitic”

Is so bad as to be paralytic.

Which is why my dog's name

Is a mark of his shame.

Old Meph sports an odor armpit-ic.

There are smells that are classed as “mephitical”

For example: reviews harshly critical.

But a fetor far worse

Can aggrieve and accurse:

It's the hot air that's labelled “political.”

Based on the suggestion: "mephitic"

An oboe walked into a bar
And was cruised by a Spanish guitar.
She said, “Only six strings,
“And you're flaunting those things?
“You're close, but you're just no sitar.”

Based on the suggestion: “oboe”

I grew my own corn on Nantucket.
It took ages to reap it and shuck it.
But my chowder won't sell
(That damned clammer cartel!)
So I'm left with no choice but to chuck it.

The houses you find on Nantucket
Can cost quite a damnable ducat!
So I guess, on that isle,
I won't live in style,
Until, filthy rich, I have struck it.

Last summer my house on Nantucket
Was attacked by a lunatic duck.  It
Kept hitting the screen
While attempting to preen.
So to keep the thing safe I would pluck it.

Based on the suggestion: “Nantucket”

So I visit this great radiologist
Who is also a famous phrenologist.
“I want,” I explain,
“To examine my brain.”
So he sends me to see a psychologist.

Based on the suggestion: “radiologist”