There was a young poet sublime
Who wrote cryptic verse all the time.
It was so unclear
That he did appear
To relish the death of good rhyme.
A refugee straight from Sudan
Was told “You can’t enter here, man!”
His travel plans foiled,
He went back and toiled
For slave wages and toasted bran.
An iceberg is water congealed,
Keeping its mass well concealed.
When ships come in sight
It might take a bit --
A rigid and frosty minefield!
DID A JAPANESE WIDOW USE POISON ON HER LAST 3 HUSBANDS? JURY FINDS IT HARD TO SWALLOW
You do not get old in Japan --
If you’re a wealthy old man.
Your nurturing bride
Will use cyanide
To ease you out of your lifespan
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