There once was an Arts Council Honcho
Who wore the Art Police Poncho.
When underwear waved
It pissed off Anne Cave
Until the real police said “Gotchu!”
When Clyde’s underwear waved in the breeze
A local art lover got peeved.
In fact, this resident
Is Arts Council President
Unless jail time requires a leave.
There once was an artist named Clyde
Whose art wasn’t selling inside.
His only relief
Were boxers (not briefs)
That he hung from his flagpole with pride.
There once was a fish in the Atlantic
Who swam in a fashion most frantic.
He puffed his fin
While his mouth sucked in
Making his head gigantic.
There once was a pitcher from Kentucky,
A U.S. Senator, and quite plucky.
He found it funny
When families lacked money:
“Screw the unemployed. They’re unlucky!”
There was a strange family named Heene
Whose son was nowhere to be seenie.
He wasn’t in a balloon
But was hiding from Daddy — a meanie.
There once was a Limbaugh named Rush
Who opened his mouth and let gush
Words that compare
Nazis and health care
Dishonoring the the victims too much.
There once were two reporters from the states
Who found themselves in dire straights
Reporting from the hell
of a prison cell
In North Korea, for God’s sakes.
There once was a curmudgeon from Bali
Who spoke dirty to a lady from Bengali.
He was so crusty
When he called her busty
That she punched him like Muhammad Ali.
The Senators who are quick to maul
Universal health care for all
Have government plans
That care for their clans
Missing many not in their hallowed hall.