A debate for the ages.
The nation’s Great Climate Debate With most it won’t resonate. So what will it take To convince it’s not fake. Since after the flood it’s too late.
And now a word from the semi-esteemed Senator from Florida. “Come on down folks and enjoy the cool Miami weather.
Don’t you pay no never mind to all those bogus climate change ideas them fancy liberals is spoutin’ ’bout.
Oh, and don’t forget to pack the mittens.”
And now for a word from the semi-esteemed governor of Texas. “Ain’t no sech a thang as climate change, folks. It ain’t nothin’ mo’ than a liberal plot to brang commanism to the U S of A.”
And now for a word from the semi-esteemed senator from the state of Tennessee. “Them greenies is meaning to grab them up some mo’ gubmint cash. That thar climate change is nothin’ but a money grabbin’ commanist plot.”
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Limerick Lunacy.
A fellow was trying to write To a gal his heart she did smite. He copied a poem He found in a tome. John Donne never failed to delight. . A gal was engaged in a rite Putting on jeans too tight She huffed and puffed And soon had enough. But was glad they came off last night. . A gal was engaged in a rite Putting on jeans too tight She was really hot stuff But would quickly rebuff All the guys she would smite at first sight. . “We’re lost. You were s’posed to turn right.” “It’s dark and we’re now out of sight.” “So let’s go to the lake Just for old times’ sake And make love like we did our first night.” . Her eyes were the color of slate Her best feature there is no debate. They dance when she smiles Enhance all her wiles As she conquers poor mate after mate. . Her eyes were the color of slate In a mate a lust they’d create. So she’d lead them along Then sing a sad song And leave the poor mate at the gate. . Her eyes were the color of slate. Though their charm invited a fete T’was her dance in a thong That thrilled the great throng As she twerked to a feverish state.