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The Great Friday Clean Limerick Challenge went on a three-day bender, but it stumbled back into the office in time for a Monday appearance.
The Tulsa chamber of commerce has announced a plan to lure shoppers to spend their money locally this Christmas. Almost as soon as they finished their announcement, which – if it works – would bail out our city government, we were reminded once again how broke City Hall still is: The mayor’s staff trying to sic the police on the City Council’s attorney.
When browsing this Christmas, please visit our shops.
Our people are friendly. Our malls are the tops.
In lines you won’t wait,
We’ll stay open late,
But don’t sneer at our mayor or we’ll call in the cops.
City Hall isn’t he only thing broke around here, as the OU football team proved Saturday night:
Landry Jones, Landry Jones, poor young lad,
So beset, woebegone, and quite sad,
You once dreamt of roses,
Now the season closes,
And you dream of just looking less bad.
Of course the big news of the week as the election:
The voters have shown no affection:
The Dems have received their rejection.
The pary of Jackson,
Is more of a faction,
Than a group that could win an election.
It occurs to me that my putative purpose here – applying to be the state’s next unpaid poet laureate on a faux limerick platform – might have been somewhat undercut by making fun of our next governor during the campaign:
Mary, Mary won the day and we know it,
I hope the my rhymes didn’t blow it.
”Mary, Mary,” I beseech,
“I sure think you’re a peach.
“Is there room on your staff for a poet?”
