U love Unicorns (James Thurber’s “mythical beasts”).
U love Ukes (gay objets from the Twenties).
U inveigh, ev’ry day, “USA! USA!”
U are Ugly...and non compos mentes.
Poet Poe pens nonsense verse. "Plus...phun," puns Uly, "I disburse." Its gamut runs from spam to worse. The po'sy posted...? Poe's diverse -- most, postcards from his universe, replies to grudges he must nurse. My summary...? Let me be terse: a mitzva, mostly. (Not a curse.)
