Stule,
the Soiling Buddha,
dreads dirty-di'per days.
No puerile pup,
Stule messes up
in"adult-lescent" ways.
His soul's a bod-
hisattiva's. But
his bod's sour creme brulees.
PlaysWellWithLetters is a notebook of Nonsense rhymes and images issuing from the hands and/or minds of Sgt. N. ("Jim") Smithe-Magee, an author/illustrator whose most recent book can be found at Politics & Prose Bookstore under the nom de charade Ulysses Poe.
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