Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet
eating her curds and whey.
Said Muff to a spider who sat down beside her,
"Ya'll git yer own whey! F**kin' A!"
Ding, dong, bell.
Pussy's in the well.
Who put her in?
You did? Bloody
Hell!
Mary had a little lamb.
Like snowdrift was its fleece.
And everywhere that Mary went
the lamb went. Jeez Louise!
Three blind mice!
See how they run!
They all ran after the farmer's wi-...
Hey! Are we freakin' done?
Baa-baa, Black Sheep:
have you any wool?
Not one bagful?
What
a load o' bull!
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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