His…? Bacon and eggs.
The tortured’s plea: “Just let me die.”
He’s achin’… and begs.
Moral:
For me…? Decaf -- but just a half.
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.)
Sunday, March 8, 2020
Spoon for the Holidays
Magi in
threes…?
“I Saw Three
Ships.”
You, George,
view bees;
I, Shaw, see
thrips.
Moral:
GBS (more
or less)
Spoomelier
My favorite red...?
A Cote du Rhone.
"Dear Roy,
Drop dead!"
I wrote to Cohn.
Moral:
Re wine: where's mine...?
A Cote du Rhone.
"Dear Roy,
Drop dead!"
I wrote to Cohn.
Moral:
Re wine: where's mine...?
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