The Lug-Nut

A lug-nut she called him
and he was feeling grim.
And then he felt glad
and no longer very sad.
While she meant to harm,
he raised a victory arm.
Without such a nut
the car goes caput
and all the wheels
come off with a squeal.
And then he gave heed;
Washington does not need
more empty-headed pompadours
but lug-nuts galore
to save our democracy.

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