How unnerving for you and for me
When we’re up on the mountain and see
The whole slope start to crumble
And then suddenly tumble:
Kevin Clinesmith’s decided to plea.
From the archive
Life in prison or maybe a trip
To the gallows, unless you now flip,
Help expose all the plots,
The ones calling the shots,
And abandon this fast-sinking ship.
At the Winter Olympics, aghast,
All the skiers see someone fly past;
They’re left out in the cold
As Obama gets gold:
No one’s ever gone downhill so fast!
Last week’s limerick
For decades we were battered
Until one day we were shattered:
It was then we knew
That it wasn’t true
And we’d never really mattered.