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Winking, Stinking and Clod, Each with a gross ugly *** Each a miserable  thief With greed past belief And all were hatched out of a pod. Two hundred silly baboons, So like unfunny cartoons, Overpaid and mindless, They call them a congress. We won’t be forgetting them soon. Floppy, Tipsy and Cottonhead Three bunnies talented in bed. They rake in the gold Doing what they’re told Repeating to no one what’s said. Hakey fakey Doctor Duck, Gives glowing reports for a buck. Not much they’ve done Was anything like fun But his hush money fills a truck. Liar, liar, pants on fire How does your bank account grow? We hastily must warn The banks are foreign So Americans have no way to know.
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Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 4:34 AM UTC
WORSERY RHYMES 2018
Winking, Stinking and Clod, Each with a gross ugly *** Each a miserable  thief With greed past belief And all were hatched out of a pod. Two hundred silly baboons, So like unfunny cartoons, Overpaid and mindless, They call them a congress. We won’t be forgetting them soon. Floppy, Tipsy and Cottonhead Three bunnies talented in bed. They rake in the gold Doing what they’re told Repeating to no one what’s said. Hakey fakey Doctor Duck, Gives glowing reports for a buck. Not much they’ve done Was anything like fun But his hush money fills a truck. Liar, liar, pants on fire How does your bank account grow? We hastily must warn The banks are foreign So Americans have no way to know.
brent-kincaid
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Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 4:34 AM UTC
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