Wednesday, November 3, 2010

The morning after -- A Limerick

There once was a man named Barack
The head of a liberal flock
He'd spend and he'd spend
Like cash had no end
Now the country's completely in hock.

He sold us on hope and on change
But his version of that is real strange
It means take what you've got
Put it all in a pot
So the wealth he can just rearrange

Companies now live in fear
Sure that he'll soon commandeer
Their plants and their stocks
Til they're all on the rocks
And well in the government sphere

Barack thinks we have too much pride
So our country he tends to deride
He goes overseas
Just to appease
That's not something we need to abide

The electorate soon became tense
All they wanted was some common sense
So they went to the polls
And now the bell tolls
All at the incumbents' expense

The chickens have come home to roost
The election has given a boost
To the way things should be
Now Obama can see
That the country's no longer seduced

Congress he'll evade even more
As he asks "what's the hating for"?
Well, I'll clear up the doubt
Because as it turns out
You're not who we've been waiting for!

There's more politicians to shelve
As into this mess we still delve
And "The One" who must go
Won't be running the show
Not after two thousand and twelve!


Jeri Moore said...

Is there no end to your talents? Great limerick!!

Big Al said...

Thanks, Jeri. It's the poor man's poetry but it's the best I can do.

Bernice Gordon said...

I thought limericks always started with "There was a man from Nantucket."

Big Al said...

Now Bernice, knowing me, do you really want to go there?