Who shot the spotted ocelot
in Gaza, plot diglossal...?
A tot, that ocelot they got,
though now a rotting fossil.
His siblings (quot...?*), a docile lot,
engage. Their rage...? Colossal!
They mobilize en masse, all hot
with Nazi Occ** to jostle,
thus following Abbas*** a lot!
their blotted-out apostle.
A toast! But Gott! Don't kvass allot:
just mocktails*****: Muslim wassail.
* Latin for "how many...?"
** The Occupation of Palestine
*** Abu Abbas: founder/leader of the PLO.
**** Non-alcoholic versions of cocktails.
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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