Roses are red
Violets are blue
Oh how I wish
Barb aborted you.
There once was a preznit named Bush
Who with both hands could not find his tush
He gave cash to the rich
His bud Karl is a snitch
And our country's gone down with a flush.
- - in honor of the UK's National Poetry Day.
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