There once was an evil internet troll who spouted like the proverbial blowhole. He snarked to the void like a flaming hemorrhoid, but remained an anonymous A-hole.
Anti-Social Media [Limerick]
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There once was a Bangalorean mailman who always had a monsoon season plan. For heavy rain: a coat; heavier still: a boat. And if all else fails, move to Rajasthan.
On Wall Street, there was a commodities bull. The man knew finance, but could be rather dull. He made the bacon, until he was shaken to find foreign pork belly dumped by the shipful.
There was an oblivious bull of Wall Street whose life was portfolios and spreadsheets. His approach, academic, missing news of pandemic, he bet cruise ship line stock would increase.