I do not like this, Uncle Sam.
I do not like it, damned as we am.
I do not like these dirty crooks,
neither how they cook the books.
I do not like when congress steals.
I do not like their secret deals.
I do not like this speaker Nan.
I do not like this "Yes We Can!".
I do not like this kind of HOPE.
I do not like it. Nope! Nope! Nope!
Showing posts with label lousy poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lousy poem. Show all posts
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Friday, September 25, 2009
A Very Short Poem that Keeps it Close to the Vest
Someone's name is mud.
That shameless piece of crud.
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Thursday, September 10, 2009
Teaching Joe Wilson a Lesson
Joe Wilson is a meannie,
No doubt a racist too.
His words were near obscennie,
Though there were only two.
He really should apologize
And grovel on the ground,
And take a flight to somewhere far,
Never to be found.
It's right to pass this healthcare bill
To teach ol' Joe to shush
And next time Herr Obama's near,
To fawn, kiss butt, and gush.
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Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Grumpy
Good gravy, I'm tired,
With one foot in the grave.
The other morning
I failed when I shaved.
The tea I just drank
Was tepid at best.
And the 'p' in my waddin'
Is lackin' some zest.
I've reason t'be grumpy
As sure as a bear.
Think I'll go wander
Off to my lair.
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