No Belgian beer for me, my dear.
I give it up in Lent.
Once Pasch is past, I lose that fast:
I live it up in Ghent.
Moral:
No Buds for me.
Uly Poe pens dogg'rel verse. "Such phun," puns Uly, "I disburse." The 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.)
...And Another Thing...: Seven Miniature Four-Panel Faux Exquisite Corpses And Their Respective Sets Of Verses With Texts Derived From Puns Based On Homonyms To The Vocable 'Ex/Quis/It(e)/Corpse'
Faux Exquisite Corpse #1: Hex/Wiz/Seat/Corpse H ex: S ome Pennsy - Dutch décor. Wiz: Oz oligarch of yore. S eat: So soft when butts be...
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Sphynx's riddle...? Snare for fools: Pyramids at Giza. Pepperoni plopp'd near tools: gear -- amid sat pizza. Moral: T...
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