(a work in progress)
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.)
Thursday, September 1, 2022
Ghosts in the Machines
(A work in progress)
The Lever
The Wheel & Axle
The Pulley
The Inclined Plane
The Wedge
The Screw
The Pulley
The Inclined Plane
The Wedge
The Screw
The Making of a Spoon
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
Spooner of Lambeth
President's clone who's the bane of the Right.
Rag-pickin' crone who'll remain out of sight.
Rag-pickin' crone who'll remain out of sight.
Hunter Biden / Bunter, hidin'
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