Dear Congress,
Always nourish the bee
& focus-up the wilderness
of your (1) fiscal policy
(2) garlicky armpit (3) quit
lookin' like you been slapped
with hardship & will you
---please!---nourish the bee //
Imagine the wilderness sans
the cloakroom odour
of your brightest oratory &
will you cloture the shit outta
(1) red constipated owlface
lest we suffer bee maudlin
& the fat hand of fiscal armpit //
Yrs, Constituent
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4 comments:
I find this poem and blog rather brilliant
Mighty kind of you and I'm much obliged. (Unless April Fool's joke!) ----BA
I love it (as my 2 year old says)
thanks, Sandra, and halloo & thanks to your two year old -- i was the fifth (5th) cool upon your poem at Bloof site. -----BA
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