A Salt and Batter
Went down to the battery the other day,
took with me a grain of salt.
Could have been a little bit more buttery,
but then, it would have been my fault.
Saw a guy the other day beating his computer,
said, "The damn thing won't turn off!"
I told him Just to remove the battery,
"No thanks to you!" He coughed.
The lawn was in order,
until they came to scoff.
It wasn't orderly enough,
So, they tilled it into tough.
Sent the militants from Arkansas,
down on the DC lawns,
there must be law and order,
or we will all be pawns.
They put up a great battery,
to keep the salt-and-pepper in line,
but the gingham tablecloth wrinkled,
and they all fell off in time.
When the red ones and the blue ones,
get together they provide a vibrant scene,
but those two colors always clash,
providing nothing of a blend in between.
I will take my salt when it is buttery,
and butterfly off into the great fluttery.
Smashed monarch on the windshield of the world,
is not my idea of flattery.
Salty Battered Food Courtesy Burpple.com
A little twist on words that apply to recent events.
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