Wry: using or expressing dry, especially mocking, humor

I have always gone through the mental motions of ducking when I finally unscramble the title of Rita Mae Brown’s book of poetry: The Hand That Cradles the Rock. Relish the irreverence of “The Great Pussblossom” is lobbed to the reader.

Hoisting her tail to the vertical
Pussblossom plants a kiss of suspicion upon her spouse,
“Tell me, dear, have you been eating mouse?”

Just the appropriate note of outré.

And so for day 2031

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