Words Without Wisdom: Limerick
Words Without Wisdom: Limericks
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A ruling hand, bold as could be,
Said, "No graft has touched, no, not me!"
Then with venom he spat,
"Those in power? Just brat,
Corrupt to the core, can't you see?"
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Lead Pol, with his words all askew,
Made utterances hideously new
Though sense flew away,
Folks cheered him all day,
And chaos and dismay then grew.
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