Sir Paul's fur balls, Saint Paul's crop!
Nepal, Naipaul, paintball…plop!
Chez Paul, gay ball, RuPaul...? Fop.
Topol, Bopal, Donn Paul's flop!
Free-fall, flee pol Ron Paul's slop!
Dope haul...? Don't bawl: phone call (cop)!
Low ball, don pall: John Paul's Pop.
Fast ball, last call, that’s
all...stop!
How many drop steps can you do?
One-half, one, square root o' two...
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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Composed and illustrated in 2019, each verse of poetaster Ulysses ("Uly") Poe's illuminated nonsense lyric "What A's ...
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