Impossible

Congressional rules made it clear:
All speeches must rhyme to the ear.
This tying each tongue,
No mud could be slung,
So pols all went out and drank beer.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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November 4, 2022 at 12:05 PM
There ya go! Well done, David. And the losers became boozers. ha ha
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November 4, 2022 at 12:24 PM
That's sweet of you. Thanks, David.
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November 4, 2022 at 12:12 PM
I can tell it's Friday afternoon: you're having too much fun! Don't lose your great attitude and hopefully it will be contagious. Thanks!
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