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.)
"So: I bet Theo that one rotten s.o.b. quit." -- Lameth "I, robot, hatest thee not, quiet Boston." -- The Mal "Quite the hot boots 'n' beetroots, Tina!" -- Thelma "That sot bit the best onion? Too queer." -- L. Malte "'Quotient' beats 'otient,' Seth. Both root." -- H. Metal "To be, or not to be, that is the question." -- Hamlet
‘Barb’s the word! Equivocal. E.g., here's three plus three. One’s Bobbie and the Riders of his
(Benson's) B-Bar-B. Two’s Zanzibar, between the
Wami delta and the sea. Inhuman "Butcher" Barbie’s three. (Klaus? No
one's cup of tea.) Valeria Lukyanova’s four: a human Barbie, she.
Five’s Donald! Donald tweets his barbs. (Don shuns all
repartee.) Six? A rabbi goes into a barbecause he needs to pee. See? Some words are equivocal. (Or do you
disagree?)