"So: I bet Theo that one rotten s.o.b. quit." -- Lameth
"I, robot, hatest thee not, quiet Boston." -- The Mal
"Quite the hot boots 'n' beetroots, Tina!" -- Thelma
"That sot bit the best onion? Too queer." -- L. Malte
"'Quotient' beats 'otient,' Seth. Both root." -- H. Metal
"To be, or not to be, that is the question." -- Hamlet
Uly Poe pens dogg'rel verse. "Such phun," puns Uly, "I disburse." The 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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