One of my heroes, Frank Zappa,
would never put up with this kind of crappa.
He’d be rocking the vote and on to attacking
to send all these idiot bastard sons packing.
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Tagged as A poem a day for a month, Clerihew, Day 14, Frank Zappa, NaPoWriMo, poem, poem about Frank Zappa, poetry
Michael Jarmer, you are hereby awarded 2 bazillion points for rhyming “Zappa” with “crappa.” Your fan, Miss Ford
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