Two pence, four pence, six pence, a buck.
Mike Pence...? No sense. So-o-o-o dense: yuck!
Whence our defense 'gainst this schmuck,
this prince 'mongst bad gents Pence...? Good luck!
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.)
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Preppin' for the Protests
BEAT the RUS! DON'T GIVE UP: STAND UP! DON'T SHUT UP: SPEAK UP! DON'T DROP OUT: SPEAK OUT! MAKE GOOD NOISE! GIVE A DAMN!...
-
Composed and illustrated in 2019, each verse of poetaster Ulysses ("Uly") Poe's illuminated nonsense lyric "What A's ...
No comments:
Post a Comment