"...Yo' is my woman..." Porgy intones to
Gershwin's Bess.
Woe is my yeoman. Medieval farming
sure's a mess.
Moral:
Life's quite hard on Catfish Row.
Fiefs...? E'en harder rows to hoe.
* * * * *
Blind by May. This year's be unlike
others' Junes.
Mined by Bley.* Ms. Carla's "borrowed"
all my tunes.
* Carla Bley is an US jazz composer
Moral:
Bedimm'd be days of him who dares
to misappropriate my airs.''
* * * * *
"Nine o'clock an' all is well."
The town crier.
Ropes le roi...then sits a spell.
The crown tier.
Moral:
'Twill take a sisal to truss King Faisal.*
* Who's donn'd a keski featuring
a twill woven of sisal, perhaps...?
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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