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| The Limerick Savant |
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| Dedicated to no-nonsense nonsense |
| Inspections? Who cares what they’re for? On Feb. 2nd, he’ll open his door And, when Dubya squints out, There’s no shadow of doubt, That he’ll see, that could keep us from war. Get the story |
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| Haven't we been here before? |
| Rhymes with “Eat you’ spinach!” Dennis the Menace has added his voice To the “wanna be president” noise. If he wins nomination, The election equation Makes that option of Hobson seem choice! Get the story |
| ’Round the world, all the brightest and best Think your “proof” doesn’t pass any test And your flip attitude Toward the marchers is rude. Mr. Bush, we must really protest! Get the story |
| Is it pure scientific depravity That leaves Space with a planet-sized cavity? Or if Newton’s prediction Ends in earthly eviction. 2060’s a year of some gravity! Get the story |
| If you thought of your image of “neighbor,” would You think of the way that Fred Rogers stood For “Love” as the answer; Until sudden cancer Brought a sorrowful day to the Neighborhood. Get the story |
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