There once was a city, St Louie
The pride of the state of Missouri
They once held a fair
Now there’s naught but hot air
Sic transit gloria San Louie

The mighty Mississippi flows
The leaders come to blows
No one can cross
Who cares? Says the Boss
And they wonder why everything slows

There exists a chunk of land
It’s neither utilized nor grand
BJC said, “I’ll buy it”
Jim S. said, “I deny it”
And the deal was therefore canned

In a hotel near the sand
Died a woman who was her own brand
She was Anna Nicole
She was a wayward soul
And she had huge… tracts of land

There’s a senator named Obama
The NY Post calls him Osama
It was an error of course
They’re unsure of the source
Guess you can’t fix stupid, can ‘ya

Our Treasury says Behold!
New money that doth not fold!
This currency jingles
Unlike my current singles
Will anyone be sold?

Some bloggers by Edwards were hired
In trouble soon they were mired
Because Donahue
Said, “I’ll turn people on you”
And so they’ve already retired

There once was a lad named Blunt

Oh, wait, I probably shouldn’t go any further with that one.

I’ll get back to ya

It appears that we’re right on the verge
Of what Bush and McCain call a surge
Once again, George the Madman
Behaves like an adman
Whose product leads only to dirge

Only Bush can protect us some say
Though he deceives us each day
Using fear and big lies
That no informed person buys
Are we safer with Dubya? No way!

According to Libby’s defender
His memorie’s a major offender
It is creaky as hell
And it’s leaky as well
Mine too - I could be a contender

Rudy claims he has expertise
In security matters - oh please!
He has lost secret papers
And blames evil capers
So Rudy won’t win the White House keys

An ice shelf may collapse in the ocean
But global warming’s a silly notion
Dreamed up by Al Gore
Who most sane people ignore
Because the sun is what set’s this in motion

Bush wants to be seen as tough
Against seditionists, terrorists, and stuff
Now he hopes to prevail
By opening your mail
Guess his wiretaps weren’t enough

I’m goin to N’awlins for Mardi Gras
It will be sunny and warm, HAHA!
I’ll be gettin the beads
And plantin’ my seeds
With the chix who say “la-dee-dah”

The State Board of Ed in Jeff City
Says St. Louis Public’s not pretty.
Keep this under your lid -
But if I have a kid,
I’ll be glad I don’t live in the City.

There’s people “that’s lives in the kounty”
Who hate it so much that their bounty
Is taking cheap shots at the City
And yet they don’t realize, their “kounty”
In 5 years “be worse” than the City.

A report with no agenda
Critiqued the minions of Dubya
Says facts were o’erlooked
That intel was cooked
And many just say, “Duh!”

Hey Ameren, my power I missed
Your rate hike ought to be squished
Oh no! Some more snow!
Don’t want power to go!
Sure hope I can get this fini-

To City Boy I say Hey!
Those are awful mean things to say
If I’m going to get yelled at
At least follow format
A limerick is AABBA

Wires, batteries and LED lights
Arranged together caused Boston a fright
Their reaction was really quite foolish
I’m glad it was not St Louis
embarrassed by a Mooninite