In a country Far Far away

Long ago in a country
way in the far distance
A group from the gentry
Wanted to show others as dunce

They decided to prove
that intelligence is overated
Search they did in every groove
Till they got the fated

Stupid he had to be
and so much so that all
incredulous that they be
character it will be called

Every word out of the twits'
mouth was twisted in such extent
in meaning that a cube fits
into a ball without a dent.

Impressed were the petite bourgeoisie
that they sizzled in their pant
whenever he proposed a stupidity
off they go and excited they chant.


Wow wow our Bushitine
Lover of the martian god
You are master of our spine
And owner of our bod.


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