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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.
From the archive:
Taking years to amass information
And exactly determine location,
What at last have we found
Buried deep underground
But Obama’s birth documentation?
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.”
We’re remiss to dismiss and deride
Those who ask if Barack’s qualified:
If it cannot be sworn
That he is “natural born,”
Then Obama has something to hide.
Last week’s verses:
Little Anthony had to get meaner,
Being hung with a handle like Weiner,
Having always his surname
Being used as a slur name:
Could cognomens be any obscener?
Oh, you ought to get an oscar, “Mayor” Weiner,
For the explanation of your tweet,
But I doubt you’ll get an oscar, “Mayor” Weiner,
Or even keep your legislative seat.