Poem -

Mother Goose would find her tail feathers ruffled

Mother Goose would find her tail feathers ruffled

Hey diddle diddle
the cat and the fiddle
when off to see
a crooked man and woman,
whilst cowards jumped
over moo ving little
pair of mismatched muggles,
who both walked from scan
din navy yah,
where dog goniff imps
jousted with brittle

shaky spears, den did mark
neither path to Norway, where pan
demon neeyum erupted over adult
playing monkey in the middle
and bear witness to such sport
as dishabille donned dude named Evan
spoon fully ladled insults adrip
with indignity of loosing -
bubbling and dribbling spittle
spluttering trumping monitor

to claim game rigged,
which assault whipped a ban
she against being
accosted from mish shuga,
a tower ring ebony Amazonian,
who tittles late
tad evincing groan nips quibbling
over what appeared to be a van
knit tee fair of bruising egos essentially
fighting for dominion
over right to urinate i.e. piddle

and defecate in non gender
specific restrooms wan
ever the urge
to empty the bladder or rectum -
(even if poop peas, the size of a skittle)
fraught major firestorm ratcheting,
synonymous with dandy rhyme
without reason - cents less ditty -
snap, pop, and crackling
as hot cakes on a griddle.

Actually, the above juiced
a freaky sideshow
portraying diss obeyed
rubric of respect,
where decent honorable
linkedin maturity laid
waste to sham politesse,
whar all stops pulled

sans presidential debates shade
no light on meaty issues,
but mudslinging as faux hit parade
housing an offer
to make America Great Again
thru yelping vanguard,
uber up lyft promulgating,
and intimating four years times

fifty two long weeknd rock'm sock'm
bash re: hollow wean qua
vamp pyre avast
statefarm riotous quacking
whence life, liberty
and the pursuit of happiness decayed
into growling pedigreed mishmash made
for kickstarter bullied prize cock fighters

indeed jimmying stockade
bag of tricks viz contesting scalawags,
tearing like rabid animals inlaid
with bared teeth,
and mouth frothing foam,
who just barely evade
coming to fisticuffs,
while presenting scathing hair raid

nada so hill lair re: us political pugilists
making up rules on shutterfly
spotify, and not afraid
toot change horses in midstream
to fix outcome of game
of thrones spouting unfair
sands casino trade
thus, billy-clubbing

husband of opponent indulged
in many a rapacious escapade
smear tactics and mistruths
essentially, he sung hiz zone
battle hymn of republican party,
a mockery and charade
driving donnybrook conspiratorial
billed Jefferson muttering arcade

guarded by ensconced
male and female Petsmart Weimaraner,
attired in a nasty getup
elephant and donkey
Thomas Nast costumes respectively
while viewers entertained,
who succeeds as next blade
runner, and earn chance

to run country into the ground,
then a fancy feast for morticians,
one world wide webbed graveyard
lichen symbiotic moss lee tubby
taken back by Mother Nature,
thee indomitable ace
analogous to diamond in the rough
clubbed motörhead did spade!
 

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