Little Miss Mufti…? She shat on Ed Tufte.
Little Jack Horace…? He shat on Chuck Norris.
Little Brass Ambo...? He shat on John Rambo.
Little Blow Peep...? On Uriah -- young Heep.
Brave Little Toot shat on George Frederick Root.
Grave Little Nell shat on Patti LaBelle.
Mary's contrary: she shat on Rick Perry.
But fat Mrs. Spratt gave no shit where she shat.
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.)
Monday, August 5, 2019
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