Limericks

Dear Friends,

Sorry sir despotism’s just not on the menu,
You’ll have to go and try a different venue,
Hypocrisy for lunch,
On justice they munch,
And later projectile vomiting will ensue.

The elite are conning us out of our land,
Everything they say forwards the scam,
They want it all,
To make it tall,
Because they’re building a castle made of sand.

There once was a man Finn McCool,
As he’d walk by women would drool,
His arms were like trunks,
His thumbs like stumps,
And he charged in with the wits of a fool.

Terrorists will use sympathy without fail,
Exploiting our rights to prevail,
And I agree,
But not free,
They have every right to live life in jail.

Look at all the stupid people there be,
Dumb as a stump and agile as a tree,
Imagine they vote,
And guns they tote,
Because there’s just no one as smart as me.

Sincerely,
John Pepin