Horace

Hoards of hounds hunted Horace, heatedly,
Horace hated hunting hounds hunting him.

He bleated and bloated and blared banally,
However, Horace still floated proper,prim.

The Heritage of Horace was at stake,
A decent name he must soon make!

Wandering, far and wide, he wintered,
Squandering, borrowing, he splintered.

Horace shared the dole to nearly everyone,
And yet, it seemed nothing was purloined.

How did Horace do it, share but no steal?
By passing it off as one great big deal!

Nine trillion he owed, ten trillion spent,
The war went on to a magnificent extent!

Bolster the borders he cried and cried,
Fill the court with extreme false pride.

The hounds never wavered from their run,
Horace finally ran out of time by the sun.

Nit...

Submitted by Main Stream on Sat, 02/09/2008 - 2:29pm.

who is Horace?

(nice rhyming btw)

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Submitted by sageadvice on Sat, 02/09/2008 - 4:50pm.

I can't help you!

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