Care to write us a poem to keep mine company?

Because your feet are long fellows

Loved them.

A political race to the end,
We'll decide should we tax, should we spend,
Will we shelter our poor,
Give the rich folks still more,
Find I'm dreading the November wind.

They are aiming at old Granny's check,
And they say about her, what the heck,
Mister Trump needs a break,
A new tax dodge to take,
Regulation a pain in the neck.

Ain't buy'n!

I guess mine was premature. http://www.democraticunderground.com/1002965676

Love, it very good!! You are talented for sure!

That made my morning. Keep up with the poetry - you are damned good!

And you do them well...and right.

There was a poster named Herbert Flottz
Who's limericks connected the dots.
though he tried to be nice
The rhyme was suffice
to make us want to smoke pot.

You had best stay away from the weed,
'cause it's mostly just stems and some seed,
There is plenty of Whiskey,
Smoking pot is too risky,
And we're liable to find you ODed.

You could be like that daughter of Art,
With your body all broken apart,
You'd fly out of the room,
Hit the street with a boom,
Smoke it on the ground floor if you're smart.

This is your ass on drugs . This is your ass in Jail ()

Well I have been there and done that you see
So it would be nothing new to me.
With nothing but seed and the stems
We turn to the beer and the gin.
to escape our society.

But if you will pardon me
My favorite is LSD.
Where you can board that ship
and take quite a trip
Without ever going to sea.

It's not hard to write rhymes about Mitt,
He's a dip-shit a bore and a twit,
With his head up his ass,
Reaching critical mass,
When he catches the dribbling shits.

I can't wait till the Tuesday night show,
When Obama's brain power will glow,
He will shine like the Sun,
Next to Karl's chosen one,
All that Mitt has is bullshit, we know.

Now about this Romney and Ryan
The two that are constantly lying.
We know where they stand
In Moroni's right hand.
Cause the cult is definitely trying.

We know they have magic underwear
Cause the angel has told us it is there.
But what is totally freaked
Is the words that they tweak
to tell us it's totally fair.

There is a candidate named Willard,
Who hopes to end up just like Millard.
He wants it so bad,
But he'll be so sad,
Since we won't elect such a dullard.

But they have unlimited bucks.
So first we outvote 'em
Then stomp on their scrotum
And say, "Take a hike, you dumb fucks!"

Brother Mitt did his fighting in France,
Was protected by magical pants,
Now he wants to command,
All the troops of this land,
Let's just hope that he don't get that chance.

I can't believe people's so dumb,
They would vote for these Koch brother's scum,
'Cause Mitt lies like a rug,
And his VP's a thug,
And the teabagger's minds all seem numb.

It's the poor who will suffer instead.
Go ahead and get sick
Says the scum-sucking prick,
Then he'll baptize you after you're dead.

The meter and timing's the trick,
To write Limericks about those two pricks,
And as everyone knows,
That the GOP blows,
Let's hit Mitch and the Boner a lick.

There's a smell to the air like pure poo,
Coast to coast they are smelling it too,
Fresh bullshit being splashed,
Our retirement plans slashed,
Pretty soon they'll be there to rob you.

You write some fine limericks. My wife loved them. So did I, LOL!

I'm so bad with words I couldn't come up with something if it hit me over the head.

instead of saying "shit", say "shhhh...stuff".

...perfect.