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.)
HUAC's hacks would muffins ban. Committee members want to know: "So: do you know the Muffin Man...?" (They claim he kneads subversive dough.) Says I, "I know of no such guy. He lives down Drury Lane, you say...? I know a Symon: Sy vends pie. He near the fairgrounds spends his day."