When April with his showers sweet...
...howls, "Shrew! Wine, shrew!" I shit peat...
...howls, "Shrew! Wine, shrew!" I shit peat...
(April is most particular about his tipple and I'm no help.)
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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Composed and illustrated in 2019, each verse of poetaster Ulysses ("Uly") Poe's illuminated nonsense lyric "What A's ...
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