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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Thursday, November 12, 2020
Where's Walrus...?
The Walrus and the Senator go rushing 'round the Russell.
"Retard yall's step," the Senator prescribes. "Forestall yall's hustle!"
"When we win seats, no Dem defeats sub rosa alt-right muscle."
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