On a rickety table
With battles of syllables
There was a scramble
Where cradle turns rumble
Wants insa-ti-able
Yet we're able
Able to disable
Every evil cable
Enough of this national gamble
The people are in shambles
With trailers of grumbles
For mountains of fumbles
May we not utterly stumble
For the flow stinks like a stable
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 1:46 PM UTC
On a rickety table
With battles of syllables
There was a scramble
Where cradle turns rumble
Wants insa-ti-able
Yet we're able
Able to disable
Every evil cable
Enough of this national gamble
The people are in shambles
With trailers of grumbles
For mountains of fumbles
May we not utterly stumble
For the flow stinks like a stable
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