Wed, 01/10/2018 - 17:42 -- DLSmith

‘True wit is Nature to advantage dress’d’
Then he with wit has not been blessed,
For Nature gifts are not bestowed
On those behaving like a toad.


Inclined to be both brash and pushy
He likes to grab ‘em by the tushie –
Or other nether lady parts
Of women he regards as tarts.


Moving on them like a bitch
He’s stymied by a stubborn glitch,
His quarries will not ever give in
Since becoming nasty women. 

This poem is about: 
My country
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