The Trojan Horse.
Gift of Greeks
or grift of geeks…?
Moral:
No hoi polloi avoided Troy.
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.)
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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