Limerick
There was an old man from New York
Who always ate meat with a fork
He stuffed his mouth full
With a fork full of bull
Which he sprayed on his friends while he talked
Analect Brown, I declare
Was first one out, last one there
He never would work
If he thought he could shirk
Which his colleagues all thought most unfair
A politcal hack from West Texas
Didn’t bother with truth said "why vex us?”
He told it so long
The truth is all gone
Now no one remembers the nexus
An itinerant preacher from Vegas
Preached "disasters are sent for to plague us"
After sounding alarm
By bringing us harm
God sent his own son here to save us
Copyright © Peter Crowson Updated October 2021