One Quick Limerick (#012)

 

Cabinet members deserve harsh critique,

RE their butt-kissing / bootlicking technique,

Lips buss boss’s heinie,

Tongues flick leather shiny,

One wonders how they still manage to speak!

 

This limerick is in response to #45’s recent photo-op.

 

Alternate version::

 

Cabinet members deserve harsh critique,

RE their butt-kissing / bootlicking technique,

Lips buss boss’s heinie,

Tongues flick leather shiny,

It’s to their boss, NOT FOR US, that they speak!

 

 

One Quick Limerick (#011)

The outcome to this limerick’s story, while plausible, is purely speculative and fake news. However its underlying facts, which had served as my inspiration, are proof positive that truth can oft be stranger than fiction.

 

A solar paneled Wall is Grump’s new goal?

Volts generated to build it, bankroll?

“A pipe dream!” yelp maligners?

“Wouldn’t that revolt the miners?”

“Spur them to protest, peg YUGE lumps of coal?”

 

 

One Quick Limerick (#009)

 

Grump’s hot air and hotheaded storming,

Like greenhouse gas generates global warming,

Freakish wind, rain, ice storms,

Have become the new “norms”,

Our weather ravaged, whole world is deforming!

 

 

One Quick Limerick (#008)

 

Rants from a White House, that’s loaded with chaff,

Head-case head honcho, made one more YUGE gaffe,

Bigmouthed butthead, had misspoke,

Called us the butt of world’s joke,

When it’s at HIM, not U.S., they all laugh!

 

 

One Quick Limerick (#007)

 

Old Grump snarled at Ma Nature, “F You!”

From the Paris Accord he withdrew,

It’s a damned shame Grump’s old man,

Had not conceived THIS game plan:

To always “exit” when his wife he knew!

 

 

One Quick Limerick (#006)

 

American government and the American pastime (a.k.a. baseball) both have sets of rules to ensure the players don’t run amok. As for the former… well… read on…

 

A tyrant, not on the ball, waits on deck,

He has not batted, yet. But, what the heck?

He steals home plate! It’s a scam!

Claims to have hit a Grand Slam!

Blind-eyed umpires, don’t keep him in check!

 

Alternate version…

 

A tyrant, who’s off the wall, waits on deck,

He has not batted, yet. But, what the heck?

He steals home plate! It’s a scam!

Fibs he has hit a Grand Slam!

Blind-eyed umpires, don’t keep him in check!

 

 

In Response To Terrorist Acts… Past, Present & Future…

 

 

So, you kill in your god’s name, so you say?

Your Holey War1 is to make “sinners” “pay”?

“Thou Shalt NOT Kill” is NO spin,

When YOU kill folks, that’s YOUR sin,

How will YOU pay, on God’s real Judgment Day?

 

If the voice in your head orders killing,

Commands chaos and carnage, blood spilling,

No one else is to blame,

Except you, fool, by name,

Don’t you dare try to give “God” top billing!

 

Re the god, who you claim to endorse?

Be He Christian, Jew, Muslim or Norse,

Would one gentle and shrewd,

Seek your help, cruel and crude?

NOPE, that’s not work He’d ever outsource!

 

To dive off the deep end is to sink,

Try to muster sound brain cells to think,

Instead fight the insanity,

End your war on humanity,

Seek out peace of mind, hire a shrink!

 

 

1 No… I didn’t misspell “Holy”.

 

One Quick Limerick (#004)

 

Meet mean Ol’ Grumpy, who wants a tall wall,

War refugees, émigrés he’ll ban, stall,

He can’t embrace diverse cultures,

His “ICE-men” swoop down like vultures,

Statue of Liberty’s tears start to fall!

 

One Quick Limerick (#003)

Three score and ten is far, far from one’s youth,

But that is not too old to be uncouth,

Hear Tweetie whine, snort and grunt,

Call proper inquests, “witch hunt”,

His just deserts for not telling whole truth!