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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Friday, June 26, 2020
A is for 'A'! Letter H
"H is for 'H'!"
No taste, no smell... nor none can tell its hue. (Is't yel- low stuff...?) As H it's known. (This table's shown: the world can't own enough.)
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