Libertarians swing and they play
You can use them most any which way
Straight, gay, trans, or bi
Or whatever you’ll try
All while shouting for freedom, hooray!
Socialists like to share their virility
But it brings social costs in fertility,
For, “To each by her need!”
Is their true solemn creed,
But the sharing wears out the ability!
The proud stalwarts of the Tea Party
Have lusts that are hearty but naughty
Such as offering their sack
As a mid-morning snack
To all and to sundry! How haughty!
A lascivious thing is a Green
Every tree, every shrub, every bean
Every beast classed “Endangered”
And life-forms far stranger
Must endure his attentions obscene!
The haiku’s gnomic pith hath delighted
Generations of esthetes benighted
But the limerick’s shape
Fits the sassy, lewd jape
And it rhymes, which is not to be slighted!
This limerick, I’m tempted to chuck it
In the round file - I mean the waste bucket
For I’m far, far too tired
To be really inspired
And it’s not going to work; I say “Give up”.
A Democrat is well suited to diddle
In the sense that he’s straight-up-the-middle
But, 'tween left and right hand
He can ne’er make a stand,
At the end, can just sit there and twiddle!
Many Dopers do not look too highly :dubious:
On gratuitous use of a smiley :rolleyes:
I say, they’re full of crap! :mad:
Such an expressive app!
Use it slyly or dryly – not shyly!
A theocon’s holy and pious
But political judgment is biased
By his mind filled with floods
Of the cries of hung studs:
“Come into the closet and try us!”
Once a Gladiator Intergalactically
Fought the Black Light Shadow climactically
Shooting the Shadow in the face
And launching him into space
Was the Gladiator’s best option, tactically
We like seeing ignorace fought
But it is taking longer’n we thought
In the 38th year
It’s becoming quite clear
That there’s some Dopes who just can’t be taught!
A Doper named Wheelz saw a thread
That was rescued last week from the dead.
Now he’s posting again,
Though he really should end
'Cause he’s got limericks stuck in his head!
Some Dopers have wisdom, some wit
Some are brilliant, some just full of it
And some odd transcriptors
Defy all descriptors
Like Super Kapowzler, and shit.
So, once was a poster named Nantucket-
Nectar, whose posts fit in a wee bucket
Certain language didn’t fit
In what we here call the Pit
So, must have left with a twee “Fuck It!”
I tried to write a good limerick
Turned out to be all too grim a trick
Seeing what others here did
Made me give up my bid
Cause what I had was too slim a schtick
I was searching for someplace to chat
While Blizzard’s installing a patch
The game’s an affliction
Here it’s fact versus fiction
Here I’ve found a new sickness to catch
