Their megaphones
Lay under the table.
Their eyes dart
On dishes and desserts.
The aroma arouses,
Their noses nudge.
With spoons
With Satan embossed,
They scoop
And munch sweet morsels,
They are munching with Presido.
Boxes
Brimming with bribe
Balance between their feet.
They munch
And breach their purity.
With bulging bellies
They bow,
They bellow,
“Peoples Presido!”
They belch lyrics
Laced with theatricals.
Presido with pageantry
Bestride our pony
And prowl with pomp,
Our patrimony.
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