In the Divided States of Blabberica,
the leader had a vicious trick,
He grabbed lands by palmful
kneading citizens like a pick.
He whisked islands and nations
promising a great breakfast
Cracked down goose eggs
and baked a pie of forecast.
He laid multiple bases
dusted them with power.
Pinned down generations
with ovens left to scour.
We are all enjoying the lasagne
plastered with red sauces.
hoping no meatball ends
up stuck inside our fauces.
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Author:
Aman 12 (
Offline) - Published: March 2nd, 2026 04:05
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Comments1
Clever wording with a dash of metaphor is the recipe for this poem. Nicely done
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