Feel free to publish, post, or pass on Your Weekly Politickle by F.R. Duplantier:
Without work or an income instead,
There’s no way to provide daily bread,
Unless friends in high places
Supply manna and graces
To keep you and your family fed.
From the archive:
There once was a student named Bob
Who stood out from the mortarboard mob;
Now he’s got his diploma,
But he’s caught in a coma
‘Cause he can’t find a well-paying job.
Last week’s limerick:
They abstain from Palmolive and Prell
And perform their ablutions pell-mell,
Neither soaking nor scouring
In their five-minute showering:
Now we know why some Englishmen smell.