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The Not Quite So Thermidorian Reaction
Early in the afternoon
when spring was springing near,
a shadow fell across the land,
that of a Great Noodlish Fear!
The Parliment of Noodles
had been called away,
the 3rd estate of sodium,
would recognize today.
The noodles came from far and wide,
with assaignats long and dry,
to the palace of the saddened poet,
The grandious "Verse-sigh".
The Ramin and the Cup-o,
with their riboflavin hands,
demanded noodle constitution,
for each and all the lands.
Then came the time I paniced,
and closed the noodles doors,
I hoped that they would go away,
sweat seeping from my pores.
And now I hear they've taken
some oath upon a court.
and stolen some large bass,
or something of the sort.
So my noodles are not stolen, friends,
though many have forsooth,
they merely have revolted,
and that's the gosh-darned truth!
The Turtle Moves
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