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Larry, Moe And Curly

The Three Stooges are but a distant memory, though elections bring out all the Stooges who think they should be in the Oval Office. It need not have been that way, at least not this year, but the Republican first team decided not to play and so we are left with the second string and jayvees. Obama may have a plan to cancel the election, but I don’t think he needs to. All he needs to do is give the stage to the three stooges and stay out of sight until November.



Those right wing guys are truly nuts

To think that that Obama putz

Will cancel the election with a wink

And rule by Diktat with a smile

And honeyed words that will beguile

The masses as they hail their new found Kink

And yet the signs are everywhere

That for the polls he does not care

He acts as though it’s in the bag for sure

He sleeps and golfs and appoints czars

As though it’s written in the stars

That he will be the prez another four

The curtain’s closed, the stage is dark

But in the wings a whispered “Hark!”

As in the dark the Stooges tiptoe in

And then to everyone’s surprise

Moe’s fingers stick in Curly’s eyes

And thus another Stoogie does begin

The audience consists of one

Obama laughs at all the fun

The Stooges just give him a laughing fit

And no it isn’t Larry, Moe

That sends Obama laughing so

It’s Stooges named Ron Paul and Newt and Mitt


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Dragon Slaying 101

The primaries are upon us, and the GOP searches for a knight errant to slay the dragon. Sometimes the old ways are not always the best ways. A cautionary tale about a knight who went into battle with a dragon woefully unprepared. Are we talking about a Republican knight setting out to do battle with the fierce Obama? Could be. In limerick form.



A New Hampshire village, forsooth

Was besieged by a dragon, in truth

Who appeared from the east

When expected the least

And sped off with a maiden uncouth


The village, in panicky mode

Called a knight, who lived just up the road

Who quickly agreed

But a retainer he’d need

Before he would leave his abode


The weather was crisp, but not cold

The knight neither young nor yet old

He set out with a cry,

“The foul dragon must die!

Or me name is not Romney the Bold!”


The enterprise well under way

The knight, with a dragon to slay

On a horse that was keen

Sped right to the scene

And brought that old dragon to bay


Now here’s where the story gets weird

From the dragon lair music he heerd,

A waltz, he declared

A weakness he shared

With the dragon, or so it appeared


Much alarmed, toward the music he slipped

Into darkness as black as the crypt

But abruptly he heard

Not a note, not a word

While from stalactites ice water dripped


In great fear now he tried to back out

When from out of the darkness a shout

With a roaring of flame

The beast cried out his name

And rushed forward to settle the bout


The knight drew his sword but too late

The dragon had settled his fate

A swift swing of his paws

And a raking of claws

Made the knight just some more dragon bait


Now the moral is clear as the sun

If you fight the foul beast one on one

A sharp sword or a shiv

Is okay, but to live

It is better to come with a gun


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