Fletch to Bligh, "I shan't conform":
Mutiny on the Bounty.
Canuck polices uniform:
Butane-y on the Mountie.
Moral:
They always get their mien.
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.)
