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Lloyd, my dear friend, emailed me and asked me to write a limerick about Ann Coulter. (My friends tend to do things like that, thus the moniker "Dial a Writer") Here is the resulting limerick.
Ann Coulter thinks she’s a fine lady
Whose shit comes out smelling like daisies.
Only Protestant whites
Are right in her sight.
Which proves that she’s one off the crazies.
But, dear Lloyd, don’t you see, that’s just fine.
Let that bitch stay off with her own kind.
Then we cripples, gays, Jews,
White or black or confused,
Free of them, can invent, govern, rhyme.
I am determined to survive whatver debris life throws my way with my sense of humor intact. I'm a 52 year old woman with disabling MS and, after trying to fight it out by myself, have recently moved into a nursing home. This is the story of my effort to get through life while living here. My one talent and redeeming trait is that I enjoy writing nonsense verse, which I will share with you. all entries © Deborah Taylor, 2010 All rights reserved
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