Y’all’s rock dismantles scissors? Y’all claim vic’try for y’all’s labor.
Y’alls scissors severs paper? Y’all’s one parchment-shreddin' sabre.
But, lest
y’all’d assure all’s “mutuy'all!”
destruction, bite y’all’s caber!
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.)
Saturday, April 14, 2018
Rock Paper Scissors: A Caveat
Y’all’s paper
smothers rock? Y’all asphyxiate y’all’s neighbor!
Y’all’s rock dismantles scissors? Y’all claim vic’try for y’all’s labor.
Y’alls scissors severs paper? Y’all’s one parchment-shreddin' sabre.
Y’all’s rock dismantles scissors? Y’all claim vic’try for y’all’s labor.
Y’alls scissors severs paper? Y’all’s one parchment-shreddin' sabre.
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