May I have your gun please? AP file
Tulsa's elected officials in happier days. World file
I have two new limericks to add to my ersatz attempt to become the state's poet laureate.
Shall Kagan go to the high court?
Jim Inhofe responds with a snort:
"She's an Ivy League snob
"Who our gun rights will rob
"This nominee we must abort."
Through the rain and the sleet and the hail
The postman delivers the mail
But if we don't pay the rent
Or stamp another two cents
The post office credit will fail.
In honor of the recently closed Light Opera Oklahoma season, I also offer this thing, which is partly a string of limericks and partly patter song:
The Councilman
The councilman holds not a soul any dearer,
Than the one who he sees when he looks in the mirror.
"Hello, dearest one,
My own favorite son,"
He says to the face of his most loving hearer.
O, the councilman's day is a very merry way,
And a very airy man is he.
If he votes yea or nay or he simply turns away,
He has nary to debate his glee.
The councilman sits on the bathroom commode,
Revising the words of municipal code.
Having collected his thoughts
And admired what he's wraught,
To his loving admirers he has it bestowed.
O, the councilman's day is a very merry way,
And a very airy man is he.
If he votes yea or nay or he simply turns away,
He has nary to debate his glee.
The councilman never puts on sweet cologne,
No dabs of perfume on this civic wrist bone.
By natural means
And lots of canned beans
He produces an eau de toilet all his own.
O, the councilman's day is a very merry way,
And a very airy man is he.
If he votes yea or nay or he simply turns away,
He has nary to debate his glee.
The councilman is his own dragon slayer,
His No. 1 hero and most valuable player
He has no self-doubt,
To himself he does shout,
"Oh, when will they make you the mayor?"
O, the councilman's day is a very merry way,
And a very airy man is he.
If he votes yea or nay or he simply turns away,
He has nary to debate his glee.
Forever is not so long to the U.S. Postal Service. AP file
