America Ruined a Prose Poem
The Boys of Summer, the Greatest Generation, were snookered into a series of Democrat designed wars, all very neatly promoted by Hollywood leading the way like the collectivist Pied Piper that they are. It was punishment for our sins ordained by the Almighty, and the effects linger on. (more…)
Joran Vandersloot, and the Kalpo Brothers
All set to do wrong if they had their druthers,
Went out that night to have some fun
On the sunny Dutch Isle of Aruba.
He and the Kalpos, the Kalpos and he
Went out that night to see, what they could see.
Right there was Natalie plain as could be
Dancing atop tables for all to see.
She drank and drank with all her might
Until all caution was far out of sight.
They took her out for a little screw
And she died some way, that’s all they knew.
Her mother took flight and landed next day
Shouting, “Where’s my daughter?” hell’s to pay.
The police were called and wrung their hands
No evidence found they, on the beach’s sands.
The press jumped in for a news-cycle jolly
Quoting all far and wide saying, “Oh Golly!”
The lawyers and pundits feasted their fill,
The mystery deepened, evidence was nil.
The mother of Natalie became a News star
As her divorced husband chimed in from afar.
Poor little Natalie was fed to the sharks
By sick society bent on cheap larks.
The way she was raised, she never had a chance,
As the curtain came down on her last little dance.
Now Greta crooned, and everyone swooned
O’er the corpse of the teen that was doomed.
As for Joran Vandersloot and the Kalpo brothers
Look out for your daughters, you American mothers.
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