encounters hist’ry’s greatest rout...?
Trump! Donald Trump...? Donald Trump!
Put out to pasture...? Not in doubt.
At last that gonif's out o' clout.
Rump. Ta, null’d Rump...? Ta, null'd Rump!
Moral:
...and freakin' stay out!
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.)
Thursday, May 7, 2020
School for Connochaetes
Who'll train to tutor wildebeests…?
(Not crusty nuns. Not lusty priests.)
Hey, St. Jean-Baptiste de la Salle:
please lay on us Le Gnu Normale!
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