Ohio is amazingly split,
In the race between Hackett and Schmidt
The choice is quite clear,
A Corps leader; austere,
Or a far-right-wing-freeper-ish twit…
(four more after the fold)
He’s stood up to Dubulya, this Frist!
On stem cells, he’s raised up a fist!
It’s going to be neato,
Dub threatens to veto…
Who’s politically slitting whose wrist?
“Bolton gave an `inaccurate answer'”,
Per McCormack, State Department romancer.
This parsing of lies,
Has begun to draw flies,
With the Bushies eaten up with this cancer.
A third of American troops,
On the verge of becoming “Fruit Loops”.
They return as a shell,
DOD says “All’s well!”
It’s a disgrace that they’re treated like dupes.
The IRA’s laid down their arms,
Beating swords into plowshares for farms.
Let’s hope it will last,
This peace in Belfast,
With all kids safe to eat Lucky Charms…
(And I know I am not sticking strictly to the 7-7-5-5-7 format of true limericks)
Our President, Mr. Bush
Who’s brain has turned to Mush
From the beers that he drank
And years high on crank
Now he can’t tell his head from his tush
Don’t feel bad for our idiot prez
Though he seems no smarter than Pez
For his drug addled brain
Causes him no pain
And he just does what “Unka Dick” says
My congressman Dana Rohrabacher
Denies global warming, big shocker!
Boy will he be surprised
When the oceans do rise
And his house becomes Davey’s Locker
I’ve spent so much of my time
Trying to think of a rhyme
I pounded my brain
Until nearly insane
But success is oh so sublime
A limerick a day keeps dementia at bay!
Look, I have checkbooks to balance and hamburger helper to burn. If I read the limericks and get most of them does that count?
Nick and his sexy wife Jess
Are expressing their distress
It’s worse than they feared
Now the tapes disappeared
Seems Iraq is a dangerous mess
The global war on terror
Was called a war in error
It’s a struggle you see
Not a war, no siree
Because war is too big a scarer
or
With elections in 2006
GOP Repubs gave their frame a fix
It isn’t a war
It’s a struggle, you bore
Now hide all the Abu Ghraib pics
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I admit I think it’s awesome
BushCo can’t keep playing ‘possum
They think it’s a game
They outted Val Plame
But it’s prison stripes soon for TurdBlossom
Oops, meant to dealet the GOP in the second limerick.
With elections in 2006
Repubs gave their frame a fix
It isn’t a war
It’s a struggle, you bore
Now hide all the Abu Ghraib pics