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Last week’s visit to Pooh Corner convinces me that children’s literature is ideal for satirizing the fight between the mayor and the City Council.
Fricken, Fracken and Fraud
Fricken, Fracken and Fraud one night,
Sailed off on a slender thread.
Sailed on a budget of fancy’s flight,
Into a sea of red.
“Where are you going and what do you seek,”
The old moon asked the three.
“We want to run the city this week.
“We’re on a spending spree.
The City Council are we,”
Said Fricken
Fracken
And Fraud.
The old moon laughed and sang a song
As they sailed on their slender thread.
And the wind that sped them on a course so wrong,
Ruffled the waves of red.
The little stars were their citizens,
That lived in the beautiful sea.
“Now spend your cash in fives and tens,
“Never afeared are we,”
So cried the stars to the Councilors three,
Fricken,
Fracken
And Fraud.
All week long their cash they threw,
To the stars in the twinkling foam.
Then down from the skies came the slender thread,
Bringing the Councilors home.
’Twas all so pretty a sail it seemed,
As if it really could be,
And some folks thought it was a dream they dreamed
Of sailing that beautiful sea,
But I shall name you the Councilors three:
Fricken,
Fracken,
And Fraud.
Fricken and Fracken are two aldermen,
And Fraud is their little friend,
And the slender thread that carried them,
Is their will to spend and spend.
So shut your eyes while the mayor sings
And refuse to listen to he,
And you shall see the beautiful things
As you rock in the crimson sea,
Where the slender thread sped the Councilors three:
Fricken,
Fracken,
And Fraud.
But my purpose here is limericks, not fairy tales. Hot enough for you?
Tempers and mercury soar,
In summer when it’s one-oh-four.
In Moscow there’s smoke,
In D.C. we’re broke,
Let’s go fight a second Cold War.
How about an environmental limerick with a little religious angle to it:
Rise up, and your sins now atone!
Confess, and nor more sin condone!
You have bought too much gas,
And have cut too much grass,
Now face the wrath of the Ozone!
It’s probably dangerous to satirize Jenks High School Football and doing so with a send-up of an obscure Fats Waller tune is really beyond the pale, but marching through the pale is what the Friday Clean Limerick Challenge is all about:
Trimble's back in town
Gotta get set for two-a-days,
Gotta make sure I learn my plays,
'Cause football’s back in Jenks these days,
Trimble’s back in town.
Gonna score on the pass and run,
Gonna win games on Fridays, son.
‘Cause when the final play is done,
Trimble’s back in town.
You can tell other teams,
To forget all their dreams;
Mister Allan regrets
That you won't be aroun'.
Accused him of doing things unfair,
Sent him to exile, lost somewhere,
Oh, Union you had best beware,
Trimble’s back in town.
Here’s a little musical accompaniment for that one, courtesy of Utube and Dave McKenna:
