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.)
Catt's brother and Paco...? Best pals. Once the pair of 'em swear'd to raise zals, they enroll'd in a group who o'erlook'd a zal coop. But that throng went so-o-o-o wrong. (Zals de Mals...?)
O'Zal's cousin's call'd Catt. Catt's a juicer, and's so potted I'll not introduce 'er. As Ms. Lala she's known, one Ms. best left alone. C. Palooza. (You tried to seduce 'er...?!)