A curious, non-ideological guy
Was rolled by a dogmatist high,
Whose glaring mistakes
Outshone all her takes,
To the mirth of the curious guy.
Talk said she herself should be rolled
Before she was popularly polled.
To be fair, as replacement, talk chose
The curious guy who picks ear, and who knows,
He couldn't work with his confreres of old.
Plotting some other way
That would be sure to make her pay,
Talk ignored an abbot's non-caring
(Talk fodder in his Age of Paring) ,
And fearing what she said
(that she'd trump them) ,
Hounded poor Kevin till he topped himself
A month before polling day.
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