Posted on 03/15/2010 10:36:11 AM PDT by pissant
Since countless artists and poets and celebrities have paid tribute in prose to the boy marxist, and since many school districts have turned Black History Month into an indoctrination lesson for Dear Reader's greatness in song, I figgered it wasn't fair for the left to have all the fun. Mmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm.
SO this is the first annual Obama Poetry Contest for Rightwingers. I'll start with a piece composed in honor of Obama's magical foreign policy towards ally Israel:
A smoker, a joker, a witch
Their elitism causes me to itch
Their self aggrandizing arrogance
And illogical stance
Will cause their agenda to soon have a glitch
Joker Face (as sung by Joker Gag Gag )
I wanna pass em’ like they do in Kennedy’s Day
Vote em’ tax em’ hit me raise it baby stay with me
Bucks and intimidation play the house with TARP to start
And after they’s been hooked I’ll play the medicine for their heart
I’ll take it over, show them what I’ve got
I’ll take it over, show them what I’ve got
Can’t stop my,
Can’t stop my
No they can’t stop my Joker face
Can’t stop my
Can’t stop my
No they can’t stop my Joker face
Joker face, Joker face
Joker face, Joker face
I wanna roll with him a healthcare bill to be
A little gambling with your health is fun to me
Russian Economy is just so fun
And baby when it’s socialist if it’s not rough it isn’t fun, fun
I’ll take it over, show him what I’ve got
I’ll take it over, show him what I’ve got
Can’t stop my,
Can’t stop my
No they can’t stop my Joker face
Can’t stop my
Can’t stop my
No they can’t stop my Joker face
Joker face, Joker face
Joker face, Joker face
There once was a good country, that’s US
Caring Americans; we would fuss
But then came abortion
With BO, more contortion
Can a prez be tossed under the bus?
Excellent, Ha!
The First Lady of President Slime
Proud of her country for the first time
Going after fat kids
Fatty food she forbids
Being an elite is surely sublime
There was a young Bum from Nairobi
Whose father was not Wan Kenobi.
When asked, said “Of course!”
With me is the Farce, not the Force, old Obi”
Indonesia had a Bummer whose
Amnesia was his number.
He couldn`t recall
Columbia at all,
and went back to Chicago dumber.
A candidate wisely deduced
that his poll numbers would receive a boost
if he joined reverend wright
and claimed that the white
people’s chickens would come home to roost!!!
There was a Bummer hula,
who mother was no foolah;
She birthed him somewhere
up in the air
and now he wants all our moolah.
There once was a man named Obama
Who married a wide shouldered mama
Her fashionable belts
On her children left whelts
When they called their daddy Osama
I happened to catch the Simpsons on Sunday and they actually ripped Biden and Zero...my wife and I were stunned...but laughed hard.
There was once a president named barrack,
his poll numbers they fell like a rock.
He thought he was cool,
but in fact was a fool,
putting too much faith in his own stock.
Obama, who studied Alinsky
Loves the Nanny-State (he’s a buttinsky)
Wants to manage our health
And control all our wealth
He sucks even more than Lewinsky
Sorry, illegal limerick...........try the following:
In Winter of Two Thousand Eight
“Hope and Change” they said would be great.
Those who voted him in
See they got duped again.
For us, it’s too f____ing late.
Part Two....
In the White House there dewelleth a Wookie
Upon whom the Joker calleth for nookie.
With a very wide belt
She raiseth a whelt
Exclaiming no health bill no looky
Hickory Dickory Dock,
Larry Sinclair $ucked his ****,
He snorted drugs
And hired some thugs
His birth certificate is a total crock….
The Owl and the Pussy-Cat
(as retold by Pan_Yan)
The (Ass) and the (RINO) went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat:
They took some honey,
and plenty of (campaign) money
Wrapped up in a (501 c3) note.
The (Ass) looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
“O lovely Pussy, O Pussy, my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!”
(RINO) said to the (Ass), “You elegant (Marxist),
How charmingly sweet you sing!
Oh! let us be married;
too long we have tarried:
But what shall we do for a ring?”
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the bong-tree grows;
And there in a wood a (Community Organizer) stood,
With a ring at the end of his nose,
His nose,
His nose,
With (coke residue under) his nose.
“Dear (Community Organizer) , are you willing to sell for (ten trillion dollars)
Your ring?” Said the (Community Organizer), “I will.”
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the (Soros) who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a (tax subsidized) spoon;
And hand in hand on the (senate floor)
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.
And now many own more than one glock
You got that right !!!!
Obama, the whiner importunate
Vacation delayed ... how unfortunate!
But there’s no support there
Re: the votes for healthcare,
However they try to apportion it.
His friends are all Reds
With evil thoughts in their heads
In 2010 we'll take our stand
And stop this insanity in Our Land!
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