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.)
Many years later, as he faced the firing squad...
...he -- Mr. Sage, Sr. as Chief Yananda -- quietly farted...
It was in this role -- that of the charismatic though flatulent tribal leader of the local Yanomamo natives -- which the elderly actor had performed on the West End stage to some critical applause only three months before being convicted and sentenced to death for the kidnapping and murder of El Presidente's only daughter.
In a village of La Mancha...
...Che, an ailing vole, a lama...
...with only months to live, preached to his fellow lemmings a religion fusing Cuban Marxism with Tibetan spiritual practices...
If sailor tales to sailor tunes...
...fail to start one's isle-air soul...
...then wtf...?
I am packing my belongings...
...Ma -- locking penis in gym bag...
Look the other way, won't you, please, Mother, 'til I'm finished...?
It was a bright cold day in April...
...what AI call'd "a boy's tiring drip"...
...just how tiring the drip could become young Winston would discover all too soon...
The Scroobious Pip went out one day...
...an' busted (oy! phoo!) its out-worn piece...
How now will it ever replace that toupee and engender of humiliation surcease...?
Alice was beginning to get...
...to a nice big wan tinsel egg.
"That girl is REALLY starting to bug me," the largest of a nestful of pale (and, until but a moment before, pleasant) foil-festooned oval spheres was heard to remark.
Happy families are all alike.
If a Kay, a Miller, a Phils, a Peel...
...though probably not if a Rumplestiltskin von Phuquephace...
Nothing to be done
No...? Get into bed, Hon!
Introducing one Baltimoron who's sick and tired of waiting.
That's my last duchess...
She's Thut's "Ms Cat Lady"...
...and who doesn't acknowledge that the popular Egyptian charioteer is also a world-class painter of feline portraits..?
You don't know about me...
...but at noon you'd wok me...?
If I were you I'd take a deep breath and count to ten -- unless you'd prefer to say hello to my little friends Fisti and Cuffs...
