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.)
As egos vie, each gal 'n' guy feels (s)he's the fly- est person. "'The Most'...?" Well...my reposte goes "I! If not, why ply this versin'...?" < A rarity: a pic of me, le bel esprit N. Smithe-Magee.
I. Comes word you've ne'er heard of the house built of wheat. Pols and pundits who haveeven call it The Wheat House. Its tenant's a liar, a psycho, a cheat, a mo- lester of women -- in short, a com- plete louse. II. He herds his "good words" into long-winded tweet- storms he Twitters most morns from the bowels of The Wheat House. Thrice wedded, he's pull'd an espousal "three- peat," though each bride "Blondel" beds proves but one more ef- fete spouse. III. Yet sleepers awake! Patr'ots take to the street to pro- test this tycoon -- nay: tyrant -- of The Wheat House. Him (guilty as sin) they'll soon rightly un- seat -- less a man [plus his kin!]than a now-obso- lete mouse. IV. Let's do it! (A Weatherman's victory sweet.) Ah-h-h-h...but how...? Must we now this wimp's fam'ly with sleet dowse...? Or hang his whole gang -- cronies, kids -- by their feet... ...and dis- play 'em across the South Lawn of the Wheat House...?
(More of "The Wheat House" -- including an image -- to come: a work in progress.)
If I'd ID, ge- neric'lly, __(blank)__ man, __(blank)__ plan, __(blank)__ can-...,* I'd jot an 'a.' (Jot 'the'...? No wa-a-ay!) Don't say I can't, young man! * Possibly referenced is the famed palindrome "A man, a plan, a canal: Panama!"