District Limerick

It sounds like she really believes
This talk about women as leaves
Will give the mayor cover
But from his old lover
It gave nothing to me but dry heaves

-D.L.

I’ll admit that today I am torn
For where to direct rhyming scorn
Ensigns folks’ charity?
Barry’s vulgarity?
Each path seems a bit too well worn

One headline has caused quite the stink
For a phrase pretty mild, I think
Perhaps I’m uncouth
Or showing my youth
My point: I’ll take blogs over ink

-D.L.

His personal life is still sordid
But this time it’s not what he snorted
The lady sensed danger
And called the park ranger
So to jail, our ex-mayor was escorted

-D.L.

That Marion’s under arrest
Is barely surprising, at best
He hounded his date;
And made her irate
Neither she (nor the cops) were impressed

-Edward Leer

There’s been a new grad mass migration
And the green line’s the hot new location
With so many fights
In Columbia Heights
You’d do well to avoid the train station

It’s unlikely that you will be slain
In truth, it’ll be more mundane
As Thursday begins
You’ll be kicked in the shins
As you make your way onto the train

-D.L.

Pawlenty said no reelection
As he moves in an upwards direction
A word to you, Norm
This is no perfect storm
Time three will just end in rejection

First trumped by a man wearing tights
Then the darling of Saturday nights
I hope he has learned
After being twice spurned
He can’t shine under bright northern lights

-D.L.

It’s not really local, I guess
And our deficit is somewhat less
But don’t trust our luck
Good lord would it suck
To come up at Starbucks-Van Ness

-Edward Leer

With no federal funds will we ply
Obama to transfer or try
Any Gitmo detainees
Say the Hill insanees
It’s enough to make grown people cry.

And of course you cannot bring them here
Say members and staff with a sneer.
And give use details
On diplomatic travails
So to throw a wrench into those gears.

So what is Obama to do?
He can’t very well say “screw you!”
Or maybe he can
he’s a tough macho man
And in touch with his inner John Yoo.

-Publius

We thought he was hiking the trail
While he flew to B.A. for some tail
He thought he could hide
And so Sanford lied
His story was to no avail

No longer atop RGA
As Gov’nor it seems he will stay
Is what sets this apart
The affair of the heart
Or knowing that he didn’t pay?

-D.L.