Putin beat his old wolfhound so bad
Just for looking tired or scared or sad!
So the pooch smashed his best vodkas,
ate his borscht, blinzas and latkas
Then howled: Cri-me-a-River Vlad!
translation: Let's get drunk!
Copyright © Robert Gorelick | Year Posted 2022
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