Once you start writing limericks, it's hard to stop.
Let’s hear it for Congressman Tom
to donor tycoons he’s the bomb!
but your
parts are lady?
his
policy’s shady—
he’d force you to call yourself mom.
We’re all agreed
it isn’t Reed
it isn’t Reed
we want or need
we want and need
to just be freed
at last be freed
from Reed,
agreed?
They came, they saw, they cackled, all
with rhymes and bumper stickers
they raised some dough
for hope to grow
and give Reed twisted knickers
Pardon my assonance
and ditto the crassonance
but what
kind of chump
hooks up
with a Trump?
Tom Reed! Now, that’s bona fide jackassonance.
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