It seems there is a naked man
with features of an ‘also ran’
who humps a sheep or Nubian goat
right where we poets place our vote.
So up and down he goes and grins
I say we do have plenty sins
without these foreign fornicators
and need perhaps some good debaters
but not a bearded man of sleaze
so let us have a clean page please.
No goat or lamb or ugly mutton
is welcome but the Farting Button.
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more thanfear itself.Much more.Billions spent,trillions sought,findinga cure.Soon,if you help.Getting evercloser,now almostthere,you simply musthelpto make itcome true,for you.Yet nineteenseventyfouras comparedto that fair yearjust passedshows that the fearis justifiedas ever.You seeno difference,just trillions spentin the pursuitof an elusivegaggle ofwild geese,but far to cleverand fed bypathetic ignoranceand human greed.
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it’s steep and features sticks and stones,a challenge for his aching bones.But here we stand, we line the road(some females writing him an ode)ready to welcome him, to clapIt’s great to see you, Jerr’ old chap!