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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Tuesday, June 24, 2025
Marcel Proust's AnagraMania
For a long time, I used to go to bed early...
...and I'd forget to get my ol' Lois a bouree.
Without a quick turn or two about the nursery before lights out, that old gal wouldn't sleep a wink...
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