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.)
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Wednesday, June 18, 2025
Aeneid's AnagraMania
I sing of arms and the man... ...not his farm and gas mine...
(We want a tale of heroes in war, not agribusiness and the energy sector.)
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