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.)
Monday, August 8, 2022
Soup Spooners, S(o)uper Spooners & the Very S(o)upest of Spooners
Our legacy. Our cult'ral loot.
She'd toss'd it at the Institute....?
World Heritage / Hurl'd where...? At IDGE*...?
* Institute for the Development of Gifted Education
Finer weather (note the trending).
Dined together; spoke of lending.
Better tomorrow / Met her to borrow
Causin' pains to go away,
just not by dosin' these, okay...?
Curin' all aches / Urinal cakes
New "Hat/Cattle" spinoff saved.
Sleep...? You risk a life enslaved.
All chaps and no saddle / All naps and, so: chattel!
Declaim'd (Will's famed speech) wrongly, nu...?
The mutes...? All sprung -- nor'll Roy Cohn sue.
The summer of our discontent / The dumb are off: R.C.'s content.
The summer of our discontent / The dumb are off: R.C.'s content.
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