King Gink (no mere anagram)

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Intro: This poem will be familiar to the one or two folks, who happened by on or around its 08/09/21 posting date. However, since then, my ongoing creative process has necessitated my deleting the original version, amending the headline, adding a better concluding verse and making other subtle revisions to intensify the tenor and smooth out the meter. Check it all out…

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Past emperor, sans clothing, flashed fat ass; flaccid dink
Yet, “felt” faux frilly finery, fringed in fluff; furry mink
Blondie’s cultish Klan hangers-on, guzzled his Kool-Aid drink
While court jester ass kissers, swooned in his nether stink

In less time than it took for our rolled eyes to blink
Orange man rolled out deception, with sly, wicked wink
With wealth, he slopped rich hogs; drowned dirt poor in red ink
And stomped deep carbon footprints; taking Earth to the brink

From most any health benchmark, States ain’t in the pink
For he sickened the masses; with bug / bigotry’s kink
The pig plundered the piggy bank; left scant pennies to plink
No stable genius is he; he, who apes Missing Link!

We must ensure that sore loser; in sore need of a shrink
Won’t regain the throne; VainMan’s poll stats must sink
Won’t restain the world stage; to the wings he must slink
Just deserts for THAT seditious, fascistic fink!

Be forewarned, flocks of sheeple, he’s worse than you think
He’s traitor, racist and grifter; hoodlum prone to hoodwink
Let’s dress down the ex-emperor; that contemptible gink,
Since he defies mental health, he belongs in the clink!

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Stay Publicly / Properly Masked!
Stay Safe at Home!
Stay Healthy!

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Which End Nears? ~ Quick Limerick 109

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Even pandemic pros can’t say for sure
Determine Corona V’s M.O. du jour
Might each variant, new?
Turn / tighten the screw?
Will Covid vaccines get trounced or endure?

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Stay Publicly / Properly Masked!
Stay Safe at Home!
Stay Healthy!

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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”.