Good old Castro was a campesino (We think it rhymes with Reno, but what do we know?) And when he left his rustic roots behind, He always was most generous and kind. Believing beans and rice to be the best, He saved that sort of food for all the rest. Humble Castro, former campesino (Perhaps it rhymes with rhino. How should I know?) Subsisted mainly on roast pork and veal; Proving his ideals at every meal. He fasted from the pleasant peasant fare, But still produced vast quantities of air.
A Sonnet for Ascension Day
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