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Wednesday, May 8, 2024

Ubi Meus Est Roy Cohn...?

"Oh, dear," we hear 
Herr Drumpf bemohn, 
"I seek no 
weak-will'd chaperohn!
America's 
combat zohn.
So, where, oh, where 
is my Roy Cohn...?"
    D'ya hear Drumpf drohn, 
"Where's my Roy Cohn...?"...?
My li'l litigious 
traffic cohn...?
No waffle cohn's 
my cornerstohn!
Oh, where, oh, where 
is my Roy Cohn...?
     "Where's my cologhn'd 
'n' coss'tted crohn...?
My cyclohn...? 
My kimohna'd clohn...?
You creeps can keep 
your cortisohn: 
I ne'er shall share 
my ohwn Roy Cohn."

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