An A, an I -- 'n' (sometimes) Y – plus E 'n' O...
'n' U
apace saute, with 'je ne sais, 'one's vocali-
zing stew.
B, C, D, F, G, H 'n' J, K, L, M, N,
P, Q,
R, S 'n' T, V, X 'n' Z' – as well as doub-
l'-U –
provide that part one needs to start rhetorical
ragout.
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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