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Devolution

He'd grown up a pest and a brat Evolved into an oily bureaucrat While bribes greased his palms Folks back home begged for alms... Stripped of his bureau ~ All that was left was a rat

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 9/24/2020 8:21:00 AM

I hope that this is not a cousin.

Gershon Wolf
Date: 9/24/2020 2:32:00 PM

No -- but it might be a cousin of my ex. (Did I write that? Shame on me. lol) Cheers, Gershon

Michelle Faulkner

Date: 9/17/2020 4:27:00 PM

Better call an exterminator for all those fat rats!

Gershon Wolf
Date: 9/17/2020 5:38:00 PM

Why bother? The city took over the extermination business. All the exterminators are rats now. LOL. :) gw

John Lawless

Date: 9/17/2020 5:57:00 AM

once they get to the trough they all become.....well....a chubbier rat

Gershon Wolf
Date: 9/17/2020 5:37:00 PM

Ha, ha: Kissing cousins of the 'Fat Cats.'

Sigrid Ermine

Date: 9/16/2020 6:02:00 PM

Hi Gershon. How cool this is!!... Sorry I'm not aware of the particular politician you might be referring to.. It's an awesome rhyme scheme - should be a recognised form if it's not already. Cheers, hugs

Gershon Wolf
Date: 9/16/2020 8:02:00 PM

Thanks for the endorsement of this one, Sigrid. Ahem, now about that campaign contribution. I take M/C, Visa, and Monopoly Money ~ Bureau K. Rat