Salon's reader-poets take on drones, Hurricane Sandy and the absurdity of the election process.
"Why is the East Coast under the brine?"
Says a preacher: The reason’s divine.
"They'd avoid the malaise,
If they'd persecute gays,
And teach children intelligent design."
Lesser evil, it now has been shown,
Deals death from the sky by the drone.
With this for a lesser,
Mitt's greater transgressor,
Must be evil beyond that ever known.
Ho Donald, once more you've weighed in;
Raised your whine in the midst of the din;
"I'm SIGNIFICANT . . . PLEASE!"
Twenty-four-carat sleaze . . .
And a brain to embellish a pin.
Hill City, Kan.
As a middle-class gal from the South,
Of course I have a big mouth.
I don't have a filter,
Or shame for my pilfer.
My politics take over the house.
Ohio and Iowa, too,
Are red, no wait, maybe they're blue.
If your state doesn't swing,
Voting isn't your thing.
You're free to ignore this whole zoo.
The deadline for election limericks is 5 p.m. on Wednesday November 7. Send your entries to firstname.lastname@example.org. Good luck!