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."
Michael Moulton
Gainesville, Fla.
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.
Daniel Fleisher
Baltimore
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.
JF Stover
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.
Mary McChesney
Norfolk, Va.
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.
Michael Berman
Edmonds, Wash
The deadline for election limericks is 5 p.m. on Wednesday November 7. Send your entries to limericks@salon.com. Good luck!
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