The Dominion
Through the dint of promises
In elocution of tepid phrase
The expansionist preambles
Absolutism in a daze
Come paupers of paper
Reap your benefits of thrift
Collective imaginations
Is tomorrows ultimate gift
The qualities of confusion
Are acquired when steadily fed
From mornings of repetition
To redemptions empty bed
Redundancy warms your blanket
Gratification soils your linen
Were you not such a glutton
Proselytizing wayward wimmen
Ah , such the rotten scoundrel
Indefensible in his common fray
Tomorrow bleeds forgiveness
Yet, spurious rules this day
Perhaps you leave a quarrel
Add implicit if you must
Far beyond this imagination
A nation has turned to rust
Just a moment in time
a spontaneous rhyme
For Ms Froggy and her lily pad
By Bubby
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