Like mangoes stolen, sweet and ripe,
politicians snatch votes in a swipe.
They promise heaven, steal the key,
while voters watch, helpless and dreamy.
With sugar-coated words, they sway,
like thieves who take mangoes every day.
They twist the truth, a clever ruse,
and leave the people with nothing to choose.
Their promises, like mangoes green,
unripe and sour, a cruel scene.
So, let us laugh at this grand heist,
where votes are stolen, like mangoes kissed.
But remember, dear voters, beware,
of those who pilfer, beyond compare.
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