If wishes were horses, would beggars
then ride…?
Ten dishes (four courses!) ate Eggers…?
Dave lied.
The knishes…? From sources Dave’s
keggers can’t hide.
(“Defish” is Ms. Morse…? Is she preggers…?
Whose bride…?)
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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Sphynx's riddle...? Snare for fools: Pyramids at Giza. Pepperoni plopp'd near tools: gear -- amid sat pizza. Moral: T...
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