On an exceptionally hot evening...
...having no expectation, none yell...
...such triple-digit temps can leave even the most gung-ho Russian peasant unmotivated...
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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Chant for Chas.
(With a tip of the Uly Poe turban to Mr Dickens.) Note gestes by festive mimes whose crest shows zest of limes, undress'd -- in jest,...
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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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