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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Friday, November 22, 2019
A Southern Strategy
Y’all’s paper smothers rocks…? Y’all asphyxiate y’all’s brother. Y’all’s rocks dismantle scissors…? Y’all cry, “Boulders be my druther.” Y’all’s scissors sever paper…? Y’all’s one newsprint-piercin’ mother. But…unless y’all’d suffer mutual destruction, yaw no futher!
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