Two lovers athick in a car
Took some of their passion too far.
Her hips gave a lift,
Fell on the stick shift:
The tachometer pressed to the bar!
Louis Jordan and His Tympani Five, 1949, Decca Records.
A pastiche I assembled for my friends at MGTOW.
Are you cold?
Right wing rights get his cold shoulder.
Use a boulder:
“I arrest rights.
“I arrest right.
“I arrest a rightist’s rights.
“That’s my rite.
“My right rite.”
A bolder, colder Eric Holder
Lifts, aright, his own left shoulder
At the rites of right wing rights–
The one rite left for which he fights.
Learn ‘er, Lois!
Low is Lois.
“Trap tea party tardy!”
Libs: our ills, uber alles.
Liber-ills bill our ills.
Bilious bills instill all ills.
Fifth Amendment? Own it!
Fifth Commandment? Do it!
Tea Party: “Eliminate!”
Whenever my rhyming skill dries,
I listen to inky black skies.
From over the grounds,
The saddest of sounds:
The blogosphere heaving its sighs.
The Bovril equivalent, Bovrite,
Can be purchased alongside of Marmite.
The marketer’s local,
An American yokel–
I just hope that they have the extract right.