Poems ✍️

There once was Washington Porker,
where the climate is often a corker.
When he grilled his pork chops
someone called for the cops,
seems that chops would offend a New Yorker.
It is strange how we measure each other
with a tape for the one, not his brother
and his sister again
on a scale up to ten
has more rights than her father and mother.
I remember Napoleon well,
he would sleep while attached to a bell,
at a pissy four feet
he would ring in defeat
for his foes, and then sent them to hell.
It is called an abuse of position,
often based on extreme superstition.
But, I blame not the man
who will kill when he can
as it MAY change his disposition