Behold, I apprehend the coming storm.
I read the piece; ‘twas gripping, and the end
Could hardly be predicted, couldn’t bend
To any tired literary form,
But easily remained a masterpiece
Of tense and telling banter. All in all,
A woman spoke of Ann, and there the brawl
Went on ‘till Ann had vented the release
Of all her disagreement. Other men
Would later vent their disagreement, too,
And that on his behalf, Obama, who
Regretted having hurt her. So, again,
A pundit in the press was almost mean
(Sufficient, though, for Matt’s dramatic scene).
(Do note that I upon sarcasm lean.)
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