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.)
Thursday, June 9, 2022
Raj-ma-taj; Or, Meet The Miss Fussels
Algernon ("Busty") McStrussells
(whose re-
galia included three bustles)
ran a
bitch he referr'd to as "Fussels,"
who the
Major fed sprouts he call'd Brussels.
Not from
litters of Labs or Jack Russells,
with more
cellulite tissue than muscles,
she was
ever a canine who hustles
to a-
void losing desperate tussles.
One Fine Day in Handustan
Meet Suleiman
of Handustan.
of Handustan.
Sul's Baron of
the Caravan.
Sul's caftan's
amaranth and tan.
Sul gave up flan
for Ramadan.
The clan Sul ran
ran Isfahan.
Need Taliban...?
Then Sul's your man.
The clan Sul ran
ran Isfahan.
Need Taliban...?
Then Sul's your man.
Drumpf's Muslim ban...?
Sul's not a fan.
Sul's not a fan.
"There's no such plan
in Sul's Qu'ran."
(Best not to pan
the Suleiman.)
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