What Can I Say: Limericks

Has the tide turned on Trump? Here is what I am going to tell you about that, that no one else will tell you. A statement that no other commentator will ever disclose :

I don’t know.

What I will do is share with you a feature of this column that some subscribers have found appealing:

Limericks. About deplorable men.

Some of these may in fact comment on real (sort of) persons:

Here in Democracy's dusk,

A pottymouth fellow named Musk

Tries to be meanie,

Comes off as weenie,

When he tries to sound very brusque.

A Trump ex-buddy named Diddy

Would often got jacked up and giddy

With fellows and gals

Who weren’t really pals.

You know who I miss? Gordon Liddy.

Others may employ fictional names, for the sake of, you know, rhyme:

             A piece of work is Warren, 
             For all to Warren is foreign
                    That does not endorse
                    As a matter of course
             Warren's opinion of Warren.

When the bear went rawrrrrr at Baird,

"And my life was barely spared,"

He cried and wet

His drawers and yet

He'll swear, "I never was scared."

"Spring!" cries a fellow named Sewell --

"A time of rebirth and renewal! --

Which to someone as old

And tired and cold

As me is unusually cruel."

Yet others may be screwed up because the Substack format resists the limerick form:

An overly violent cop

Who likes to give suspects a whop,

When told that a nudge’ll

Do more than a cudgel,

Replies, “That is crazy talk! Stop!”

Roscoe, when told he is surly,

Says “What would you have me be? Girly?

Amenable? Sweet?

Light on my feet?

I’m fragile, okay? And built burly.”

Regarding a man named Jerome,

People said: “No one’s at home.”

But Jerome he knew better,

In fact sent a letter

To himself there, cast as a pome:

“Dear Jerry,” was how it began,

“You’ll get this, if anyone can.”

And as for the rest,

Let’s just say ‘twas addressed

To an Always-at-Home Kind of Man.”