A shivering Judy and Jim channel Durante to sing:
"Didja ever get the feelin' that ya want it to snow
but still have the feelin' that ya wish'd it were May...?"
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.)
