Nothing to say
What can one do
The lame ducks are quacking
And not just a few
The wolves are howling
No body fears
The horses are prancing
And everyone cheers
The mumbling madman
Who knows not to gloat
Wonders what he's doing
At the back of the boat.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
This poem took some time for me to figure out but then I'm just a bit slow. Nicely done with rhyme and good meter
If he's steering, he lost the course way back when...
Well, Valiantstar...I’d like to laugh at a safe distance, preferably on dry land. Unfortunately, I think I’ve already paid for the bloody ticket. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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