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.)
For 'semisphere of lead' (one mere- ly micrometers wide)...? I'd pen a 'B'* (halv'd 'BB', si...?), though Bs ain't bona fide. * Not referenced is the British Broadcasting Corporation.