ABle Was I? Palindromic and
twee.
CaDre? Your grandkids will burn their CD.
EFfusion? A foursome less fab, more forlorn.
GHosts In Machines? Five kazoos, one French Horn.
I, Jambot? From Ijamsville? Ja!
And they’ll jam.
KLangfarber? Lukewarm about ’em? I am.)
Mnemosyne’ll play in a Grateful Dead vein.
OPerabuffa? They'll classic'lly train.
QuaRe? They'll lose EuroVis ’69
STand Up, Stupid! Pre-pre-teens, though someday they'll shine.
The Rays? A band
formerly known as UV.
The WaX? they will polish your Tesla -- for free.
San YZidro. This band will be blessed by the Pope.
& there’s bound to be
more, so abandon all hope.
Poet Poe pens nonsense verse. "...plus phun," puns Uly, "I disburse." Its gamut runs from spam to worse. The matter 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.)
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