One puff is a pastry. One puff is a gust.
One puff is a sleeve. One's a claim.
One puff's a capacitance unit: pF.
(So: who gave Puff the rapper his name?)
One puff is an adder. One puff is a breather.
One Puff is a ground-attack plane.
One Puff is a slick sonar system for subs.
(So: who's playing with Puff -- Dick or Jane?)
One pouffe is a hairdo. One poof is a gay.
One puff is a public debate.
One Puff is a volcanic ash tracking model.
(So: who puffed that Puffed Wheat we ate?)
One Puff is a folksinger's magical dragon.
One puff's a medicinal herb.
But the best puff's a present-tense, English, cohortative,
first-person singular verb.
PlaysWellWithLetters is a blogorrheal notebook of Nonsense in rhyming metres accompanying often-inconsequential sequencial graphics all issuing from the hands and/or minds of Sgt. N. ("Jim") Smithe-Magee, amateur author/illustrator whose several books are available online from Politics & Prose Bookstore under the nom de charade Ulysses Poe.
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