There Was a Man From Donbas

There was a man from Donbas There was a man from Donbas, who sat on a headless ass. "Hey! You're going the wrong way!" he did say, "and your breath smells of foul grass." So, moved to the States he arranged, dreaming of the wide open plains. There, he too rode the same headless ass and complained the view never changed. So, he rode north to Canada, where pike swims in lakes over tha. But alas, he rode the same jackass and nearly died from hypothermia. Now for the south, he done rode, way down to ole el méxico. While riding his preferred headless steed, he complained of the same poop show. Let this be a lesson, dear friend. When you roam to the ends, with no happiness to lend, and find yourself riding a headless ass, It's not the world that offends. You simply mounted the wrong end. And you must change before you die from the gas. by, Martin Braun August 22, 2023 The names have been changed to protect the innocent. Any reflection of the Democratic Party, socialists, the left, or communists is simply a coincidence.