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.)
He coughs! He coughs! He still at COVID scoffs.
He ails! He ails! He slows the US mails.
He swoons! He swoons! He Biden's mask impugns.
He bleeds! He bleeds! He still on junk food feeds.
He's chill'd! He's chill'd! He screams, "A wall I'll build."
He gasps! He gasps! His nurse's _____ he grasps.
He's down! He's down! His GOP skips town.
He mends! He mends! Our crucial vote impends.
(Verses and images to come: a work in progress.) HAMPDEN DAMP HEN DAPHNE M. MEAN PHD DAPH 'N’ ME H, P, M AND E …AND HEMP Bandid...
Brilliant! Bravo!
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