Who doesn’t love a good limerick? Whether these qualify remains to be seen, but here they are anyway, a few I wrote this morning about some of the presidential candidates out there begging for our cash and our votes:
A fellow, Barack, from the Senate,
Ran for president under one tenet:
“Being civil is fine,
“But that cunt’s crossed the line,
“Now I’ll show her I’m in it to win it.”
There once was a fellow named Mitt,
Who was handsome but lacking in wit.
His fortune was great,
His mind blank as a slate,
And the rest of him full-up with shit.
Hillary stood by the goat,
And drew a sharp knife ‘cross its throat
“Oh, you’ve nothing to dread,”
To her faithful she said,
“I need not your blood, but your vote.”
John McCain has returned from the dead,
His campaign running full-steam ahead.
But the press on his bus
Can still hear him cuss,
“Fuck! My arms won’t go over my head!”