Barleygirl created Limmericks

In a land of forty million tommy guns

Dutiful mom’s dote on their dear sons

Whatever you say dear

Here’s your next beer

Of course, Anglos are the chosen ones

 

There once was a morphine court

Holt tenets they brazenly purport

Injecting patient fibs

To trick unholy libs

Who mustn’t be allowed to abort

 

A Honkey wed to a Charcoal justice

Plans to ban the Gay marital kiss

But the interatrial gig

They’ll never renege

Such hypocrisy impossible to miss

 

New York’s conceal and carry law

Caught for a century in NRA’s craw

As congress crawls

Common sense falls

The court carries a gun law chainsaw

 

Barnyard built by old man McConnell

Hit a heyday during the reign of Donald

As courts muck in it

Justice takes a hit

Freedom thuds like a butt on a pommel

 

Author's Note

these limericks were done by BarleyGirl who is no longer on this site

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

I don't recall her ever going political like this. I guess everybody's doing it, though.

[Dave Brown]

I am inclined to think she went every which way