‘Tis now one of those election years,
The ones that drive us to tears.
The founders would say
Must they do it this way
With the shouting, the lies, and the smears?
— Gene, Gene, the Limerick Machine
And a three-part limerick from
Ron de Tuna:
A recently rejected blonde
Went to talk to a frozen pond
She sighed to the ice
“It must be so nice
To have such a perfect bond”
Overcome by the grief in her heart
The ice just all melted apart
She suddenly knew
This was a clue
To release an occasional fart
So to a new boyfriend she flew
On a diet more beans and less stew
But he was a smoker
A match was the joker
An explosion the big adieu
— Ron de Tuna
