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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Tuesday, September 6, 2022
Spooners of Circumstance
Sondheim sung to Mrs. Lovett. I'm a mutt: no breed above it! "Not while I'm around" / Rottweil'...? I'm "an 'ound!"
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