Limericks XXV

An angry clown came into town
On his face was a most pronounced frown
His painted smiled leered
He was greatly feared
For what he hid under his gown

In the useless fat cats’ kingdom
The senators dozed in boredom
Their snoring grew such
That it was too much
And the prime minister was struck dumb
 
On Parliament Hill some clowns doze
While others are counting their toes
They are wasting their time
On the taxpayers’ dime
Discussing their nonexistent woes
 
A bored senator named McGill
Went off on a hike for a thrill
He got lost in the mist
He was never missed
Now his ghost haunts Parliament Hill
 
The senators on Parliament Hill
Have a great deal of minutes to kill
Such a useless cost
We wish they’d get lost
That would truly give us a thrill
 
A man once had a beautiful wife
She would be his companion for life
She ordered him to
Do what he had to
While she relaxed by playing the fife
 
A gal I know is fond of snow
It makes her high if you must know
Her nose tip all white
She thinks she’s in flight
I’ve advised her to just say no
 
My friend had a very fine wife
Who was skilled at throwing the knife
With a crack of her whip
And a snarl on her lip
She could really add spice to his life
 
A lady I’ve recently met
Has a most unusual pet
It’s a furry beaver
She’s afraid it will leave her
And I cannot get her not to fret
 
A meteorologist named Mark
Often takes a walk in the park
There to meditate
Upon the sad state
Of his forecasts always off the mark
 
 
© Copyright 2010    Regis Auffray