Poems and Thoughts    by Frank Maurer

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The Monarch. There has never been a monarch who ruled with manure-- Not verbally nor physically. Until now. This one has learned to fly a jet, Which jettisones liquid faeces upon his people-- Not knowing whether or not one of his cabinet is in the crowd! Or perhaps a 'supporter' or two? Disgust now reigns in his kingdom. Frank Maurer 21 October 2025 1320 Hours.