Uly Poe pens dogg'rel verse.
"'Tis fun," hums Uly, "I disburse."
The gamut runs from bad to worse.
The matter treated...? Plu-diverse --
most, postcards from his universe,
replies to grudges he must nurse.
My summary...? Let me be terse:
a blessing, largely. (Not a curse.)
"'Tis fun," hums Uly, "I disburse."
The gamut runs from bad to worse.
The matter treated...? Plu-diverse --
most, postcards from his universe,
replies to grudges he must nurse.
My summary...? Let me be terse:
a blessing, largely. (Not a curse.)
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