What do you think of "Calling All Poets To Rhyme With 'Weaponize' " morning CNN pome?

elyslund

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What part of the government would you send your anti-nuke poems to...or, would you send them to the Consulate of South, or North, Korea...provided we still have a Consulate in the North now...?
And now, the calling out across
the world...grab your pens as
a sword, for swords they be...
Sally, go round the roses...

And so, an itty bitty country
wants to 'weaponize' its plutonium...
ANYTHING-LIKE-SLENDERIZE????
That could very well be....ain't Nutrasystem!

ANYTHING-LIKE-APOLOGIZE???
Uh, Snidely...NO!!!! That would take guts!
ANYTHING-LIKE-SIMONIZE?
Well, yes, there could be a 'glow'.

Sally go round the roses...
Roses, they won't hurt you...
ANYTHING-LIKE-HARMONIZE?
No, no, no! What rhymes with

Sabre rattling? Stupidity?
BATTLING-LUCIDITY?
Snidely gets the blue ribbon!
No, the roses, they won't hurt you...

Sally, don't you go, don't you go downtown...
Last thing in the whole wide world...
See your baby in uniform...
ANYTHING-LIKE-PERFORM?

And push is coming to shove...
Hate being pushed by a shove...
Yes, Snidely. Perform the duties
of preventing mushrooms from growing...

THAT'S-EASY-STOMP-ON-THEM!!!!
Once again, Snidely wins the blue ribbon!!!

Good Morning! Good Morning!
Ya'llses!
Semper...such a tiny 'mosquito-bite' country has ambitions of 'hawkdom'...kind of like Aruba going balistic...HA!
Nobody wants a 'silicone' country...BUT...!!!
Danny...well, get ready for another 'Mash' series, or reruns of the old!
The 'Monroe Doctrine' seems to have a lot of loopholes in it...
Neon...I thought ole Kim had named his youngest son as successor...groomed specifically in the same politics...tic, tic, tic...bloodsucking fools in a timed frame of non-collaboration....
John...'you want fries' is just fine...cept...dust off the ashes first, and add water for reconstitution....
 
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!
Stomp, flatten, flog, lacerate, decapitate, decentralization.

I woke up laughing with sick grimaces on all of my shelved masks.
Hiss a bitter season in the fields of ash.
Drag the soles waters behind the flood gates.
Peace of mind will have to wait.

Good morning to you wise one.
 
HaHA! I love your wicked twisted pen when your being of the politcal pursuasion. Just a bit of a bite woohooo!! Good Morning! (Sally mind the roses)
 
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