Poet Poe pens nonsense verse. "...plus phun," puns Uly, "I disburse." Its 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.)
The Walrus and the Tamarin
Advance to Marvin Gardens.
"Mein Herr," touts Tam, "I bear fruit jam.
Enjoy some, 'fore it hardens."
"Unless it's plum," responds her chum,
"I'll leg it, begging pardons."
The Walrus and the Scorpion,
Two guests at Mobile's Ball,
Sit, by some chance (strange circumstance),
like flowers 'long a wall
When blurts the bug, "Let's cut a rug...
'Less y'all prong'd palps appall."
The 2019 original "What A's Not For," addressed to a youth and his sister, indicated one at a time in alphabetical order to th...
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