"We thought we smelt some madeleines
ala Les Temps Perdu.
We whiff'd once more and...Zut! Alors!
We whiff'd once more and...Zut! Alors!
'Twere more oDOR de loo.
(The loo near Speakers' Corner leaks;
still, patrons stand in queue.)"
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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