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It’s time once again for another
Indigo Kalliope Limerick Challenge. Given the absurdities of the GOP presidential primaries, it seems only fitting to describe the proceedings in a poetic form generally associated with foolishness.
Your intrepid diarist has provided a sampling of limericks to get you in the mood. Your mission – should you chose to accept it – is to craft one or more limericks of your own in the "comments", or to challenge me to provide a limerick on the topic of your choice. [If it's obscure subject, like your brother-in-law's race for dog-catcher, feel free to provide some details for me to work with].
From our past events, it's clear that Indigo Kalliope members and visitors are among the brightest, most literate, creative, insightful, charming, and good looking people on Daily KOS, so I'm sure that we'll have a fine evening ahead of us! So without further ado, your limericks:
“I’m inevitable!” Mitt will say
Just like taxes and death and decay
“Count the votes if you must
But in Mitt you should trust!”
Get in line: it’s the GOP way.
“Corporations are people, my friend!”
And the wealthy will win in the end
Grit your teeth, cast your vote
There is no antidote:
But Obama, on whom we depend!
Rick Santorum, meanwhile, claims he’s won
But when all the vote counting is done
Will the truth come to light?
Will he keep up the fight?
Or abandon his ill-fated run?
Pennsylvania’s next up on Rick’s list
But Mitt Romney won’t let him persist.
Untold millions he’ll spend
To make this state The End:
So Santorum will cease and desist.
We’ve heard squat from Ron Paul for a while
With his septuagenarian style
Will he make one more stand?
(Or is this about Rand?)
Whose veep resume sits in the file?
Sheldon Adelson’s done with the Newt
“I spent millions on that empty suit!
And got bupkes! What nerve!
Guess that’s what I deserve
I’ve no choice but to give him the boot.”
Newt went bankrupt! (No, wait, just his group)
Worry, not, for he’ll surely recoup
All his millions; each ring
All that sparkly bling
So Callista’s fake smile need not droop.
As the GOPasaurs march on parade
The Grim Reaper they somehow evade
Evolution, it seems
Plays no part in their schemes
For of Natural Stuff they’re not made.
Women flee from the Right Wing en masse
They’re so pompous, so righteous, so crass!
While their muscles they flex
Waging war on our sex
In November, we’ll kick out their ass!
The Supreme Court has heard the debate
Now we sit back for months and just wait
So get care while you can
Make good use of your plan
Lest these judges decide you’re too late.
While the GOP campaign morass
Makes good drama; the days quickly pass.
There is much to be done
Many seats to be won
So get busy! Don’t sit on your ass!
Now it’s your turn! Come on, don’t be shy!
All you poets – please give it a try!
Either that or just ask
I’ll respond to the task
With a customized poem by and by.