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 Vice-President's son. (He's just one of the guys): R. Hunter Biden Lord Peter's valet, the man's donn'd a disguise: Our Bunter, hidin.' Moral: Crime may not pay.