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Wednesday, March 6, 2024

Rhymin' Winnies...

     ...with a nod to SH (she knows who she is) 

He's a Cambrian stromatolite 
enwrapped in an amoebocyte 
inside a flaming pile o' shite.

His candor's tongue-in-cheeky
in a twice-used condom (leaky)
wrapp'd in Tim Scott's old dashiki.

Of Pontiffs and Potables: A Rhyme Spree

Each verse in the  poem  below selects  from two to four  beverages ("pick'd  poisons"), the  last- mentioned of which  is alw...