(The Chronic
Ills of Donnia: a Series of Seven Fantasy Novels by C. S. Lewis reimagined in the Fantasy Age of
Drumpf)
"The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe" becomes
"The Lyin’est Shits in the War Room"
"Prince Caspian" becomes
"Putin’s Prints? All Over the Caspian"
"The Voyage of the Dawn Treader" becomes
"Bon Voyage, Don, You Traitor!"
"The Silver Throne" becomes
"The Golden Toilet"
"The Horse and His Boy" becomes
"The Whoreson’s Hands? Like Boys’”
“The Magician’s Nephew” becomes
“Mnuchin’s Deaf…Nu?”
"The Last Battle" becomes
“The Bastards Waddle...and Brattle... and Prattle...and Tattle...and...”
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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Sphynx's riddle...? Snare for fools: Pyramids at Giza. Pepperoni plopp'd near tools: gear -- amid sat pizza. Moral: T...
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