Singapore Suffering

Singapore Summit, as high as the sky, though, there hangs the Peace Prize pie, dangling plumb, dangling awry, drives the dolt's eyelids to flap, eyeballs to fly; drags the dolt's drool till dry. That's why the dolt recently seems spry, as if each Nobel panelist became his guy. Dog with two tails in, mouse with tail cut out, fie! That pie still wags and wags on that sky, for which the dolt has nothing to do but sigh and sigh. Laughing at the dolt are DPRK's reactors, rampant, hectic, heaping high and high.