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...
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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