Feel free to publish, post, or pass on Your Weekly Politickle by F.R. Duplantier:
When another grand stratagem fails
And not one of my efforts avails,
I look up and I spy
A white cross in the sky
Made by planes leaving vaporous trails.
From the archive:
For 12 months I had strived to get there,
And at last to the top I drew near;
When I reached the hill’s crown,
The stone rolled right back down,
So I’m starting all over this year.
Last week’s limerick:
What he said was what everyone knows:
That the emperor’s wearing no clothes.
But we have to give credit
For the way Carson said it
And the surgical method he chose.