Feel free to publish, post, or pass on Your Weekly Politickle by F.R. Duplantier:
Though I have ugly feelings about him
And consistently set out to flout him,
I still have to admit
He has sharpened my wit
And I can’t write this limerick without him.
From the archive:
Though our work be a labor of love,
Still, we have to have help from above:
Yes, we have to depend
On that one special friend
Whom we pray to at whitehouse.gov.
Oh, thank goodness the government’s there
To precaution and make me beware:
I’m now starving to death,
Blue from holding my breath,
‘Cause I’m frightened of food and of air.
Did this limerick just appear?
Was this limerick always here?
Surely you know it
Betokens a poet
Like Duplantier, Nash, or Lear.
Last week’s limerick:
CANDY CROWLEY REPORTS
“You would have to be totally blind
Or completely out of your mind
To begin to esteem
The Republican team:
They’re too decent, intelligent, kind.”