By: Douglas Wolk
Sore and bobbing, here’s my jeremiad…
It’s vexatious to perch like Saint Simeon…
The paths of the Sacred Hat Genie…
Interdicted from tunneling through it…
“Meet at midnight, beside Meztal Bay.”
Like the Just, he was thrown from a battlement…
Cabal-meister, your cabriolet…
A monocular knock’s not beatific…
Foxy Fritzi’s niece gapes at a cluster…
If the game between Dox Sox and Lex Sox…
The Dark Magus’s art is the moon’s…
A strigine strongman had a mania…
By: HILOBROW
Who was that masked man?
Nazi villain
Sea Hunt Goon
