The Walrus and the Ombudsman
Suspend their morning jog.
“You lag, Milord,” the Walrus roar'd.
"You've slow'd us to a slog."
“You're Dynamo,” quoth Señor O.
“Me…?
I'm El Underdog.”
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.)
Friday, September 4, 2020
Where's Walrus...? Letter O
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