Your Weekly Politickle: Dreams from My Führer
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DREAMS FROM MY FUHRER
“You can laugh or dismiss me as mad,
But I knew from the first as a lad:
Though unlikely it seems,
I’ll make good on the dreams
Of my true, psychological dad.”
From the archive:
DREAMS FROM MY FEATHERBRAIN
“Like a Ninja, I crept ’til I’d gotten
To a spot I could get a good shot in,
Zeroed in on my game,
And then took a dead aim,
Singlehandedly killing bin Laden.”
2012
DREAMS FROM MY MOTHER
Though the leader in question was hesitant
To discuss where his parents were resident,
Still his mother was smitten
By a subject of Britain
And young Winston could never be president.
2011
DREAMS FROM MY FATHERLAND
“You may think that I haven’t a plan,
But from Libya it’s on to Sudan,
And from there to Nairobi
To quell kinsmen who know me
As a sly, native-born Kenyan man.”
2011
Last week’s limerick:
DEPENDENCE DAY
“I remember how some of us tried:
How we fought, how we failed, how we cried,
How we few knew the worth
Of this last hope on earth.
I was there when America died.”
