Asian fare in wok gets toss'd.
Quartet hollers, "What's our cost...?"
Pork fried rice / Four cried, "Price...?"
Quartet hollers, "What's our cost...?"
Pork fried rice / Four cried, "Price...?"
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.)
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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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