Hold your breath and don't laugh. How funny is the jingle written by "Devil in the World"?

Zhang Zongchang was a notorious small warlord in the Republic of China. He was born a gangster. With his intelligence and shameless personality, he soared to become a general with tens of thousands of people. He abused his elders in Shandong for several years, so much so that Shandong people even vowed to bring Zhang Zongchang to the pot when eating.

Zhang Zongchang is unlearned, but he likes to be arty. I don't know half a bucket of big words, but I often follow the example of learned people to write some limericks. Of course, I guess it was written by ghosts.

On one occasion, there was thunder and lightning outside the window, and Zhang Zongchang probably didn't drink too much. Suddenly, he was full of poetry and sighed a limerick like an ancient poet. Suddenly I saw a fire in the sky, as if the Jade Emperor was going to smoke. If the Jade Emperor doesn't smoke, why is it a string of fires? ? It is estimated that even the cronies next to him can't help laughing. Can this also be called poetry? But birds of a feather flock together. If he can lick his face and regard Zhang Xueliang as his michel platini, how can there be no flatterer like him?

Later, on another occasion, Zhang Zongchang visited Mount Tai. Standing in the distance, looking at the towering peaks, Zhang Zongchang once again expressed his poetry in generate, saying:? Seen from a distance, Mount Tai is dark with a thin top and a thick bottom. If Mount Tai is turned upside down, the top is thin and the bottom is thick. ? If this nonsense is heard by those ancient literati, it is estimated that they will vomit blood. At that time, when this poem came out, the name of the great poet Zhang Zongchang was also for scholars from all sides? An eye-opener? Until today, it is still the best joke of Shandong people after dinner.

In the following years, especially during his stay in Shandong, Zhang Zongchang left many such poems, and only Zhang Zongchang could write such funny limericks. In the author's opinion, although Zhang Zongchang's personality and reputation are extremely poor, he has been doing evil all his life, but he still depends on himself? Literary talent? It brings happiness to people, doesn't it?