Whose snoods
these are
I think
guys know.
Whose ouds
are these...?
D'ya plink
or blow...?
Whose food
bar, this...?
Might chink-
eyes know...?
Whose 'hoods
be dese...?
Dey stink,
my bro!
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.)
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