Does the
chyme of Miss Jean Brodie cause that
lady’s chyme of passion…?
Who’s caught
chyming ev’ry mountain, forging
streams, as chyme goes by…?
When did
“Buddy, can you spare some chyme...?” e-
clypse “The Chymehouse Blues”…?
And shall we
all not go together gath’ring
wild mountain chyme…?
(Featured rhymes are 'prime,' 'crime,' 'climb.'
'time,' 'dime,' 'Lime-,' and 'thyme.' Other
possibilities include 'chime,' 'clime,' 'grime,'
'I'm,' 'mine,' and 'slime.' More rhyming
to come: a work in progress)
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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