till men, with mirth, head north to Firth o’ Forth (or Forth o’ Firth),
till men of girth and noble birth, set sail and sally forth…
[Next adding I’m one visu’l rhyme: not ‘fourth’ but, rather, ‘worth.’]
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.)
Monday, October 7, 2019
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What A's NOT For...Still: A Revision & Reissue Of An Early Illuminated Alphabet
Originally composed and illustrated in 2019, each verse of poetaster Ulysses ("Uly") Poe's illuminated nonsense lyric "Wh...
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PWWL is pleased to acknowledge the participation of friend-of-blog JD in creating this item. Collaboration in name, collaboration in pro...
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