Showing posts with label limericks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label limericks. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 01, 2009

Limerick Update!

The Julia Swan, my dearest high school friend with limericking skills has submitted some updates. One of our favorite fat presidents and an over-achieving founding father get the poetic treatment: Making up for some lost time, here we go: Taft
Willy Taft was also known as “Big Lub”

His legacy’s being stuck in his tub

But in addition to eating fudge

He went on to Judge

In the most Supreme lawyer club
And this one is more of a rap-limerick: Monroe

Hey, Euro douchebags stay off our hemisphere

Or you’ll be messin’ with Monroe, a man you should fear

‘Cause his Doctrine be statin’

That you best not be hatin’

On any U.S. interventions down South, ya hear?

Hooray! Presidents and rhyming!

Monday, February 09, 2009

Kentucky limerick!

My old limericizing pal Julia has come through with a fabulous verse on the Commonwealth of Kentucky: Never have I been so lucky As to meet someone from Kentucky Where the Creationists curate And the country music is first rate And the blue grass is never mucky

Monday, December 08, 2008

Pimpin'

Hey! That limerickin' BFF of mine, Jufoolius (Julia) has a new blog: Poems I Wrote When I Was 12. Love! Poems!

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Double Presidential Limericks!

My most nerdy pal Julia is back with a vengeance with two awesome presidential poems: From this week:
Franklin "Baby" Pierce was a drunken hot mess

His charisma led to some early success

But for four antebellum years

He disappointed his peers

And was never again to lead the U.S.

And then better late than never: Tippecanoe and Tyler too!

When the president croaks, what's a country to do?

The answer's easy, you see:

Just hire JT!

A Pres who was virile and loved a good screw.

Monday, September 29, 2008

Chester A. Arthur Limerick Time!

Julia said this was a rough one, but I think she did a beautiful job of capturing our nation's twenty-first President in this classical poetic form:

By the spoils system Pres. Arthur vowed not to be swayed

As politics was becoming an utter charade

He chose note to conform

And ushered in civil service reform

To the chagrin of the Stalwarts, who felt rather betrayed

Friday, September 19, 2008

History Limerick Returns!!!

Julia with the poetic 411 on McKinley:

There ne'er was an imperialist like Willy McK

Shouldering the "White Man's Burden" was hardly child's play

He Remembered the Maine

As native peoples were slain

From Cuba to Guam to the San Pedro Bay*

*In the Philippines, not in California, duh

Friday, August 01, 2008

Guest Blogger: Henry A. Wallace Limericity

Julia, with this week's historical poem:

Henry A. Wallace: a farmer at heart

As for politics, he never quite mastered the art

He was briefly the veep

But FDR chose not to keep

'Cause of the Commie "religion" in which he took part

Saturday, July 26, 2008

Guest Blogger: History Limerick!

Julia's back with another hit:

Ol' "Doughy" Buchanan could have been king of his day

But time and again things did not go his way

As Southern states seceded

He was further defeated

Oh, and it looks like he prob'ly was gay

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Guest Blogger: Happy Belated History Limerick!

My historically-minded poetess pal Julia is back with another limerick, this time on last week's Articles of Confederation post. Without further ado:
One might think the Constitution was first

But the Articles of Confederation, as I shall relate in verse

Governed the nation—or at least tried,

Until the Federalists cried

That the Articles were simply the worst

Friday, June 27, 2008

Guest Blogger: Friday History Limerick

NEW FEATURE ALERT! My dear friend Jufoolius has volunteered to write a limerick about each week's history topic for me to post here. This is the first amazing installment:

Under Coolidge the Twenties were roaring

He used radio and kept taxes from soaring

Cool Cal visited Fidel

And won elections quite well

Too bad his legacy is so boring

-Julia "guest blogger" Swan