Poet Poe pens nonsense verse. "...plus phun," puns Uly, "I disburse." Its gamut runs from spam to worse. The matter 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.)
The Walrus and the Neonate
Perambulate their nabe.
“Not
one more lap without your map!
Who's snatch'd my astrolabe…?”
The
Walrus thinks. “This precinct stinks!"
Prates tot, "It's got you, babe.”
The Walrus and Madame Defarge:
Beneath the
guillotine
Nigh which
they’ve stray’d, they hitch its blade,
Which seems extremely
keen.
“Let's shave aristos,” whistles she.
“Voila!
Well-oil’d machine.”
The 2019 original "What A's Not For," addressed to a youth and his sister, indicated one at a time in alphabetical order to th...
