I'm not lion. She's a liberal. World file
I'm this conservative. World file
Up, up and away. World file
Here’s a little nursery rhyme that came to me after seeing Randy Brogdon’s attack ad on Mary Fallin:
Hibbity, Jibbity, Jiberal,
Brogdon called Fallin a Liberal.
Hotsy, Motsy, Dotsy,
Fallin called Brogdon misinformed.
I can’t quiet get that last line to jive up. I’ll keep working on it.
How about this instead:
Hibbity, Jibbity, Jiberal,
Brogdon called Fallin a Liberal.
Hashest, Mashest, Nashest,
Falling called Brogdon incorrect.
Still not quite there.
Meanwhile, it appears our city’s great crime-fighting crisis is at an end: The Tulsa Police helicopter is about to return to the air. Feel safer now?
There once was a man most improper
(A petty thief and bail hopper).
In Tulsa he ran free,
Nothing slowed down his spree,
Because of the lack of a chopper.
Now Chuck Jordan’s back in the sky,
TPD eyes are traveling high.
The dragnet is out.
Beyond any doubt,
The arrest rate will certainly fly.
With the cops, the crime rate arises,
They’ll soon want more cops, I surmises.
Turns out that a chopper
Is not a crime stopper.
Life is full of these quirky surprises.
Can I write one more limerick about City Hall dysfunction? Of course I can.
The mayor says the city’s still broke.
So the council’s budget he revokes.
“The streets will stay dark.
“We won’t mow the parks.
“The almighty Dewey hath spoke.”
