A
loaf of bread, a jug of wine and thou:
on
sofa bed we snuggle, kleine frau.
Shall
purse of silk we make from ear of sow...?
Come, fill the cup, and in the fire of spring...
(Don't
spill! Heads up, you pinhead: wire and string
won't
help! First, set aside your teething ring!)
Poet Poe pens nonsense verse. "Plus...phun," puns Uly, "I disburse." Its gamut runs from spam to worse. The po'sy 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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