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.)
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Tuesday, March 10, 2020
StudSpoon
My kings beat your ladies. Read 'em 'n' weep! Victory gardens: weed 'em...'n' reap! Moral: Whose deal meal is it...?
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