Poet that down! You don’t know where it’s been.

Lyrics by Edgar Allan Poet

I went to the deli and gave them a piece of my mind but they still charged me for the pastrami.

Pastrami be keepin’ it REAL ‘yall!

Poet your mind to the world. It couldn’t make it any verse!

I don’t have a real. What can I get for 78 centavos?

Quoth the Raven “Gimme a Reuben!”

“I’d like an egg cream, two cents plain!”
-Schmuel (Samuel) Adamsewitz

These poets putting them in the corner

Let’s poet

You can’t spell rhyme without rye.

@ Algernon 4:57 am

Poet, because you wouldn’t want to painter yourself into a corner.

Painters go to the Salvador Deli.

Actually. I don’t mind going to the deli.

But which way do I GO, man? The arrow points BOTH ways!

The new taste sensation:

Whirled Peas.

As Ralph Waldo Emerson said, “Who you are speak so loudly I can’t hear what your mind poet. THE DELI CAST”.

@UCity 0550. That is why the text is unintelligible.

The bloke who wrote this suffers from two dementias.

Nobody puts Deli in a corner.

They should poetry better.

Maya Angelou before she had her first cup of morning coffee.

“I’m a poet. I know it. I hope I don’t blow it.” – Bob Dylan

I can’t take a rest. I have miles to go, before I sleep,
And miles to go, before I sleep.

@UCity 5:50,

Not so.
One points left.
One points upstairs.