Feel free to publish, post, or pass on Your Weekly Politickle by F.R. Duplantier:
In the backyard we broke out the bibs,
Fed our faces with barbecued ribs.
Now we’re nursing the embers
And awaiting November’s
Bacchanalia of barbecued Libs.
From the archive:
THE ANCIENT MARINATOR
There once was a geezer named Pops
Who was handy with barbecue mops
And with consummate skill
Would perform at the grill,
Searing t-bones, leg quarters, and chops.
Last week’s limerick:
“We have lost the dumb voters’ affection
But persist in our leftward direction,
‘Cause they don’t have the gumption
To resist our presumption
And we know how to rig an election.”