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.)
Decamping Zpoçlandia...? Pity. Still, you split...? You submit to this ditty: "On your mark (it's been swell)... get set...hula like hell! So: Alo'a, Zpoçlandia City!"
a Zinfandel keg. The
taste of honey Ex-pugilist
Gene...? No "all in": Shake a leg! The
haste of Tunney Moral: Who prizes Manuka…? That guy’s a palooka.