There once was a fellow named Putin
who was highly deficient in Rutin.
quite unable to eat
that disgusting buckwheat,
it was rich -so he figured- in Gluten.
Putin's wife, who was ugly and snotty,
who would constantly utter RABOTYI,
she wore clothes from abroad
when the cold war had thawed
and she paid not in Rubels but Zloty.
Putin's kids smoked the best Marihuana,
were for punishment exiled to Ghana,
where they smoked higher grade,
which was skilfully made
from the skin of a rotten banana.
Putin said to his wife, dear I figure
that Zimbabwe deserves that old nigger,
and America too
has become a big zoo,
as for me I shall now pull the trigger.
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