Paul Robin Krugman
Again, I am in on a burning rumor.
I groan, moan.
I blog: BUNK!
I’m a normal man! I’m no brain!
No brag. (Big, big brain …)
I’m normal! At a prank or a lark I grin; I’m big on a prim girl.
On our globa_ pain plan, I’m grim.
No pink lung.
In a group I rank a minor. (No brag.)
I plug a gap.
Re: our pain-plan map, I blink.
A blank …
Pork? Or no pork?