Tag Archives: limericks

Oh The Horror, The Horror !

 

Latte Liberals, from Berkeley to Boston
Have a new world of fun to get lost in:
Let Progressives have fits;
Monster trucks, flashing tits,
Are now trending in Cambridge and Austin!

It’s a scene you were taught to despise
As imprudent, plebeian, unwise . . .
Like that milquetoast George Fwill,
William Buckley’s ghost Bill
in his coffin is rolling his eyes.

Though you scold, as you cluck like a hen,
The great party goes on on, ending when?
Twenty-twenty will tell
Whether Liberal’s hell
Was created by God or by men.

 

 

 

I Have Been Truthful and Consistent Limericks

 

Jussie walks ! Money talked—and talked loud
To the Trump-hating race-hustle crowd;
And they break forth in cheers
As star Smollett appears
For their drama-queen makes them so proud.

For a moment Fake News became tense:
Jussie’s narrative made little sense.
There were lies told in spades,
But the incident fades;
Now it’s on to more current events.

 

Covington Catholic Limericks

Black Israelite haters, excused,
led to schoolboys reviled and accused
of white racism, hate.
The reaction was great–
but the whiteboys were merely amused.

Progressives were driven berserk
by a teenager’s innocent smirk.
The old shaman tried shaming:
and drumming and blaming,
but none of those strategies work!

Mr. Phillips, the activist drummer
gave Regressives their Indian Summer–
till a teenager’s smirk
drove the demons berserk
and made dumbed-down regressives much dumber.

If a smile is a cultural crime
then the criminals need to do time.
Every whiteboy must go
in this cracka-ass show
and I’m guilty for reason of rhyme.

 

 

Hallowed Limericks, Even

The night of All Hallows draws near
though the reason is somewhat less clear;
The reigning esthetic
is Gothic-Poetic
and sugar eclipses all fear . . .

The idea that spirits abound,
that The Dead ever hover around,
is a lie straight from Hell
and a fable to sell
souls and sugar, per ounce and per pound.

Halloween: put a mask on the mess.
As a nation, we ought to confess
that our sin’s overflowing;
our evil is showing—
we’re due for a trick, I would guess.

Using candy, they settle the score:
secret weapon in Lucifer‘s war
for this treat dietetic
we’re pre-diabetic,
dressed up as the ghosts that we are.