I'm afraid I find it hard
reading Avon's noted Bard.
Such ripe language ain't for me;
it gives my brain perplexity.
Make his plays some novels graphic
and he's bound to get more traffic.
Until then lip service is
all I'll pay that English whiz.
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What's the matter, anyhow,
with that Secretary Chao?
Don't she know the right from wrong;
do we have to beat a gong
so attention she will pay
to the fact that she does stray
from the path of virtue by
giving mom and dad some pie?
Let's play fair, O Ms. Elaine,
letting others bid for gain!
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Remember cops from Hollywood
who patrolled the neighborhood
and when finding hobos on
park benches at chilly dawn
used their billy clubs to beat
on the hobo's freezing feet
to encourage them to find
someplace else to park their hind?
Now today Trump thinks the cops
will improve their brutal ops
with a loving touch to those
with no home, in ragged clothes.
I'll believe such raw malark
when farm chickens start to bark.