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They’re saying that Bloomberg is lacking
In stature, his shortness attacking.
…But better short man
…Than shortness of plan
For that, we should all send him packing.
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© Dennis Allen Lange, 2020.
Posts Tagged ‘limericks’
Shortness That Matters by Dennis Allen Lange
Posted in Limericks, politics, tagged billionaire, candidate for president, Democrat, Dennis Allen Lange, height, liberal, limericks, Michael Bloomberg, poems, poetry, Shortness That Matters, stature on February 19, 2020| Leave a Comment »
A Valentine’s Day Poem by Dennis Allen Lange
Posted in Limericks, My Poems, tagged A Valentine's Day Poem, autobiography, bard on the hill, bit her neck, Count Dracula, Dennis Allen Lange, ghost written, limericks, poems, poetry, sucked blood, vampire on February 14, 2020| Leave a Comment »
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The maiden by Count Dracula was bitten
And though lacking much blood she was smitten.
…She thought, “What the heck!”
…And offered her neck.
Her autobiography’s ghost-written.
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© Dennis Allen Lange, 2020.
POLITICAL! by Dennis Allen Lange
Posted in Limericks, My Poems, politics, tagged Amy Klobuchar, bard on the hill, Bernie Sanders, Dennis Allen Lange, election, Elizabeth Warren, hatred, Hillary Clinton lost in 2016, House of Representatives, hypocrisy, impeachment, limericks, Michael Bennett, poems, poetry, political, politics, President Donald Trump, running for office, Senate, senators, votes on February 3, 2020| 1 Comment »
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Political! Impeach him, they’re saying
Including four senators staying
…To vote to remove
…The one they reprove,
Against whom they’re running and naying.
Hypocrisy much? More than a mere touch.
For Dems, though, their politics is such.
…For three years they plotted,
…By their hate besotted.
Their anger at losing remains much.
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© Dennis Allen Lange, 2020.
Antifa by Dennis Allen Lange
Posted in Limericks, My Poems, politics, tagged Antifa, bard on the hill, Brown Shirts, bruisers, Democratic Party, Dennis Allen Lange, fascists, hiding by wearing a mask, hood, Klu Klux Klan, left, liberals, limericks, losers, Murdercrats, Nazis, poems, poetry, thugs on November 3, 2019| Leave a Comment »
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The Brown Shirts, the Klu Klux – both losers,
And so is Antifa, the bruisers.
…They’re wearing a hood;
…They’re up to no good.
The Left is for those thugs excusers.
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photo by Carptrash – I, Einar Kvaran, took the picturePreviously published: none, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=80084419
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© Dennis Allen Lange, 2019.
George Washington And Smallpox by Dennis Allen Lange
Posted in Limericks, My Poems, tagged army, bard on the hill, crossing the Delaware, death rate, Dennis Allen Lange, general, George Washington and Smallpox, immunity, inoculate, limericks, poems, poetry, primitive, pus, vaccinate on June 29, 2019| Leave a Comment »
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Of vaccinate, Washington said, “No!”
Emphatic he was. “Out you go
…If as soldiers you do,
…Then as soldiers you’re through!”
But he changed his mind, ending woe.
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Vaccination was primitive in Washington’s time. Pus from
a smallpox victim was put into a wound to inoculate
another, giving them (for the most part) a slight case of
smallpox and immunity, though a few even died. When
Washington changed his mind and had his army inoculated,
the death rate in his army associated with smallpox went
from 160 out of 1000 to 3 of 1000.
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© Dennis Allen Lange, 2019.
Brainfall by Dennis Allen Lange
Posted in Limericks, My Poems, tagged bard on the hill, Bleeding, Brainfall, broken bones, bruises, bumps, confusion, contusion, Dennis Allen Lange, falling down, fatal, head, hemorrhage, injuries, limericks, minor, poems, poetry, shiner, stroke on June 1, 2019| Leave a Comment »
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A bump on the head caused confusion,
An inner and outer contusion.
…The outer was minor,
…Not more than a shiner.
The inner brought life to conclusion.
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We worry about broken bones from falls and the bruises we can
see, but it is what we cannot see that may prove to be the worst.
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© Dennis Allen Lange, 2019.
Selling Sails On The Dock by Dennis Allen Lange
Posted in Limericks, My Poems, tagged bard on the hill, captain, clipper ship, Dennis Allen Lange, Ho matey, limericks, poems, poetry, Selling Sails On the Dock, shipper, speed, Yankee, zipper on May 23, 2019| Leave a Comment »
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Ho! Mate! If you’re needing a shipper
From hither to yon like a zipper,
…Look no further than me,
…Nor hither to see.
I’m captain of yon Yankee clipper.
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© Dennis Allen Lange, 2019.
Electing Lincoln by Dennis Allen Lange
Posted in Civil War Poems, Limericks, My Poems, tagged Abraham, bard on the hill, change in fortune, Civil War, Confederates, Dennis Allen Lange, Electing Lincoln, Jubal Early, limericks, North South, poems, poetry, rebels, second term, Sheridan, Sherman burns Atlanta, Union army victories on March 13, 2019| Leave a Comment »
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It looked dim for Lincoln’s election
To second term till changed complexion.
…Sheridan o’er Early won;
…Atlanta burned till it was done.
The army assured Abe’s selection.
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© Dennis Allen Lange, 2019.
Quarantine Madness by Dennis Allen Lange
Posted in Limericks, My Poems, tagged bard on the hill, boys, British, Britons, build the wall, Dennis Allen Lange, Englishmen, fools, good fences, insane, insanity, lads may have periods, limericks, men, menses, off the deep end, poems, poetry, Quarantine Madness, world gone mad on February 24, 2019| Leave a Comment »
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Some Britons have lost all their senses
In saying that lads may have menses.
…For the sake of the sane
…And those with a brain,
Keep fools far away with good fences.
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photo by Jo Spargo at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/n6zjt9Y/Silverton+2
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© Dennis Allen Lange, 2019.
Fake News National Enquirer Style by Dennis Allen Lange
Posted in Limericks, My Poems, tagged bard on the hill, catch the eye, Dennis Allen Lange, fake news, false headlines, hook the reader, limericks, National Enquirer, poems, poetry, titles on February 15, 2019| 2 Comments »
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The headline drips blood and is gory;
Alarmingly tells of lost glory.
…Read deeper, you’ll find
…‘Twas merely a line.
The title ne’er matches the story.
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photo by Dez Pain at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/2dyVpde/News+Headlines
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© Dennis Allen Lange, 2019.
The Bard on the Hill 