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Trotsky - A Limerick

There was once a commie called Trotsky
Who thought about things quite a lotsky
One day he felt sick
As a sharpish ice-pick
Sliced a new hole in his botsky.

A historical note from Edna:
I have taken a slight liberty with historical fact here for the sake of humour and rhyme. The Russian Jewish revolutionary thinker Leon Trotsky was certainly murdered by an assassin with an ice-pick, but the blow was not to his buttocks, but to his skull. Stalin, who had ordered the murder, awarded the killer (who spent 20 years in a Mexican jail as a result) the Order of Lenin.

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Amusing, even though you took some liberty with the facts. ~ Geezer.
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...I admitted that in advance, unlike some other writers I could mention, if I racked my brains a lotsky.

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Edna
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as charged... Heh heh. I suppose that from now on, I shall put in a disclaimer for the things that may need it.~ Geezer.
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There is value to commenting and critique, tell us how you feel about our work.
This must be the place, 'cause there ain't no place like this place anywhere near this place.

Enjoyed your limmerick, Edna. Frida Kahlo had an affair with Trotsky, just adding something to your tale, so cleverly put together. Enjoyed. xxx

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"My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies; fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.” – Freddie Mercury

I never knew that! It just shows how people can show extreme bad taste!
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Edna
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Yep, true enough. But she was a brave woman, had a horrible accident and then developped Fibromyalgia, which is an extremely painful muscular disease, which I happen to have had for over 30 years. It had gotten better when I became a vegetarian, but now with this isolation for about 6 months ahead, the pain has become a little worse, tho' not as bad as when it started.
Frida was so brave, doing her painting and lots of other activities, despite her pitiful condition.
I really like your poem, I'm just adding a little info. xxx

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"My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies; fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.” – Freddie Mercury

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