Friday, November 14, 2008
Limerick Friday LXXXXX: In Space, No One Can Hear You Poop …
The space program's recent rides have been somewhat bumpy
Now plumbers head to the space station to fix all that's dumpy
Too bad we can't send Joe the Plumber to the moon
As the 15 minutes of fame stretch on for that retarded loon
To send an entire crew of plumbers, that must be one cosmic grumpy
It's forever been a whiteout in the White House
No one of color ever stirring, not even a mouse
So it's time to salute a butler named Eugene
Never complained through all that he'd seen
Obama's arrival has kindled hope and optimism roused
A remarkable turnaround for my Miami 'Fins
Covering up for many Wannstache/Saban sins
We used to play a lot like 53 Barbies
Now we're like Kens, even with guys from Arby's
Can we possibly consider the playoffs as we rack up the wins?
Pumpkin lattes used to be autumn fuel for persistent Will
His exploits with online dating used to give us a thrill
Used to go mooning with his crew from the Jaycees
Used to kick it with his fellow EZU hayseeds
I admittedly miss Will Looks for Love … it once gave me my comedy fill
Could this mark the return of the Polyester Paint Suit?
She's been gunning for a spot since her campaign got the boot
Now Hillary could be in line for Secretary of State
Even after attacking Obama with the politics of hate
Meanwhile, Bill's getting pumped about access to more interns who are cute
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