Cold Sore

The oligarchy but an orgy 
We’ve never kissed a toad so warty
Hoping for a prince
Puckered with a wince
While they make the sieg heil sporty



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Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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Beaufort Avatar
February 23, 2025 at 5:52 PM
Maureen...ahh a great limerick! I think you've captured the essence of where we are. Sad. At least they can't take our inner soul. If they could sell it, they would try to take it.
Pigeon Tart Avatar
February 23, 2025 at 7:19 PM
Somehow your “take our inner soul” made me think of the Skeksis stealing the Gelfling essence… The Dark Crystal is definitely cracked. xomo
Manassian Avatar
February 22, 2025 at 1:13 AM
Sad state of affairs, indeed. I just don't know how this will all pan out. Thanks for using humor to bring attention to the dire situation in the US.
Pigeon Tart Avatar
February 22, 2025 at 5:17 AM
It’s unnerving to say the least being their neighbours with the threats of annexation, much of the world is on egg shells. Poetry is my therapy ;), Warm hugs, hope you are well and safe. xomo
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