Rudyard Kipling's concubine.
Crone's whetstone nears Ursine line.
A rag, a bone, a hank of hair / A hag, a hone, a rank of bear
Crone's whetstone nears Ursine line.
A rag, a bone, a hank of hair / A hag, a hone, a rank of bear
Poet Poe pens nonsense verse. "Plus...phun," puns Uly, "I disburse." Its gamut runs from spam to worse. The po'sy 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.)
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Composed and illustrated in 2019, each verse of poetaster Ulysses ("Uly") Poe's illuminated nonsense lyric "What A's ...
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