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Originally Posted by kittygilchrist
An evil baron well-known for his craft
was despised far and wide for corruption and GRAFT.
He bowed and kissed royalty on their hands
and he rode a fine stallion and owned vast lands
and wherever he arrived he'd arrange for a band.
They thumped their drums and blew shiny horns,
but in their hearts they felt only scorn.
One day they conspired to DEFEAT this sire,
and blasted their trumpets at the head of his horse
til the baron tumbled and fell on his arse, 
and when he was trampled they felt no remorse.
They called him well-HOOFED as he lay on the grass,
and thus came the ADAGE all's well that ends well,
and that's what he gets for polishing brass. |
I must say I love these poems of yours, Kitty. Benjamin Franklin wrote a poem on the demise of Blackbeard. He was only 12 or so when he did it so it is not exactly Robert Frost quality. I will give a link when I get closer to his fight with the British navy vessels around November 22, 1718.