Feel free to publish, post, or pass on Your Weekly Politickle by F.R. Duplantier:
Though the dainty succumb to the vapors,
The determined aren’t daunted by labors:
When a hurricane vexes,
The good people of Texas
Provide comfort and aid to their neighbors.
From the archive
When tornadoes come whirling your way,
You get down on your knees and you pray:
You’re just glad you’re not dead,
Have a roof overhead —
Nothing else seems to matter that day.
“Good Lord, will you give us a break?
There’s a limit to what we can take.
Now Ernesto appears
And revives all our fears
Of the difference that single days make!”
I OF THE STORM
William Jefferson struggled to hide
Every trace of his larcenous side,
While Katrina touched down
And destroyed the whole town
And constituents suffered and died.
When desperate disasters begin,
They don’t have to send anyone in,
‘Cause these people who care
Are already there —
In the places they always have been.
You strive and you strive and you strive
Until, finally, at last you arrive!
Then you lose your nice home —
Everything that you own —
And thank God that at least you’re alive.
WHO LET THE DOGS OUT?
New Orleans is under attack
As savages rampage and sack.
How long will they loot,
How long will they shoot,
Before somebody finally shoots back?.
There are times in our lives to restart,
Times when everything comes apart:
Do you know what it means
To miss New Orleans
When that’s where you left your heart?
Last week’s limerick
“My rhetorical skills are third-rate,
But I never have lost a debate:
Facts and logic I lack,
So I launch an attack
And accuse my opponent of hate!”