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)
Uly Poe pens dogg'rel verse. "'Tis fun," hums Uly, "I disburse." The gamut runs from bad to worse. The matter treated...? Quite diverse -- most, postcards from his universe, replies to grudges he must nurse. My summary...? Let me be terse: a blessing largely. (Not a curse.)
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