Now is the winter of our discontent...
...wet feet, no oro sun, thin cows in dirt...
...and my damn back is killin' me.
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.)
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
-
Composed and illustrated in 2019, each verse of poetaster Ulysses ("Uly") Poe's illuminated nonsense lyric "What A's ... -
The Unn Oyster The Benn-Towtesh Ape The Petschull Anteater The Beëlza Baboon The Erie's Ponzi Bull The Bitt Tern The Kray's Ze...
No comments:
Post a Comment