Limericks of the Straight Dope

An Objectivist Atlas will shrug
When his GF won’t go past a hug
Self-reliant as Rand
Is his own nimble hand
On his Fountainhead ready to tug!

A Minuteman was a staunch, fearless warder
Of the Brown Peril south of the border
'Til a boom-chicka chica
From south Costa Rica
Sucked him into a whole New World Order!

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!”

A BrainGlutton would surely not shun
Any thread that’s a zombified one
But that limerick there
Has a déjà-vu air
Yep! You said that in post 61.

Although Fascists might seethe, rant, and hate
You can still, if you’ll dangle the bait
Have 'em your way and then some
If but once you convince 'em
It is all for the good of the State!

When an Anarchist’s out of his clothes
Make no mention of rules to impose
As to what’s hot or not
Or what tab fits what slot –
He will make it all up as he goes!

:o When called out on a foul double play
It is Dopely decorum to say,
Neither flailing excuses,
Nor Pitful abuses,
But, gracefully bowing, “Touche!”

I remember poor old JDT
Whose parents just could not foresee
That that one little snip
When he was just a wee nip
Made him (virtually) an amputee!

It has come out that my Congressman
Sent a girl pix that proves he’s a man
Brett Favre is his idol
So resignation decidal
Will go back and forth, long as he can

In that same “vein”

To all the guys with a bent tone
Who send pix of their junk via cell phone:
You aren’t being clever,
They stay up forever,
which cannot be said of your “hambone”.

When Communists’ love interest sparks
They fulfill dialectic of Marx
From raging class struggle
To lazy ass-snuggle
In beds, kitchens, cars, shops, and parks!

A Doper named LavenderBlue
Wrote a book that found a way to
Equate anti-vaxxers,
WTC collapsers,
And other tin-hatters. “Woo” hoo!

Hey, Brain glutton. You left out the one about Nero.

Brain Glutton, what’s up with your head?
This thread was three years (again!) dead!
For better or worse,
If you’ve got a new verse,
Can’t you just start a fresh one instead?