Feel free to publish, post, or pass on Your Weekly Politickle by F.R. Duplantier:
We have something that we share
That needs maintenance and repair:
We can let it rot,
Watch it go to pot,
Or fix it if we care.
From the archive
“Halloween, back in China, we knew
To ask some costumed kids, ‘Who are you?’
Though it’s plain as can be
That they’re dressed up as Xi,
They might say that they’re Winnie the Pooh.”
Last week’s limerick
GAIN OF UNCTION
To the ways of the world, I am numb.
You may think it’s because of the rum.
May my flesh be anointed
On the day that’s appointed.
I’ve no fear of the fate that’s to come.