Limericks

Dear Friends,

A foreign military on our soil,
What amounts to a living boil,
Stupidity writ large,
Who’s in charge,
To reward terrorism’s mortal toil.

How many people sarcasm so calls,
But punching down cast some palls,
Where to box,
It’s a paradox,
So when punching up aim for the balls.

They call the Brits race baiters,
Vilifying them as terrible haters,
Propaganda runs deep,
Truth does weep,
What to do when the elite are traitors?

As corruption rises the world grows weary,
Abusing innocents and making them teary,
An elite cabal,
An echoing hall,
Makes sense to those who understand elitist theory.

There once was a nation that trained foreigners to _____,
Ruled by those who punched down and thought in a _____,
Not patriotic,
A bit necrotic,
They’re despots corrupt as vulture vomit who all think _____.

Sincerely,
John Pepin