Lately letters lend less levity,
like lickspittle lackeys loudly lauding Leveson:
'Lo! Let lucre-loaded Lords lay Lefties low!'
Lurid laments lost - losers leak liquid,
lachrymose. 'Less lunacy, lest
LOLcats loom like large lanterns,
lest laurel-leaves legitimise
largesse-larded loafers.'
La la la, laughs Leveson,
listening, lugless.
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