The Trojan Horse.
Gift of Greeks
or grift of geeks…?
Moral:
No hoi polloi avoided Troy.
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.)
Saturday, February 22, 2020
Spoon Your Prayers
The Book of Common Prayer:
a copy's in your pew.
A Pooka-bombin' c'reer
ain't no vocation I'd pursue.
Moral:
Raise swords! Praise Lords!
a copy's in your pew.
A Pooka-bombin' c'reer
ain't no vocation I'd pursue.
Moral:
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Composed and illustrated in 2019, each verse of poetaster Ulysses ("Uly") Poe's illuminated nonsense lyric "What A's ...
