Rhymes for Our Times

Based on a nursery rhyme Grunt submitted over at Earl’s place for his Brother Goose Collection.

Golf4Barry had a little scam;
It worked just like a charm.
He’d cover for the brotherhood,
And keep them safe from harm.

Every time they sacked a church,
Or buried kids alive,
He’d call their critics racists,
And his workday’d end at five.

“They’re not a threat,” he countered,
As he phoned it in from France.
“They’re strictly JV basketball,
And you’re a poopie-pants.”
Reporters got no time with him;
They had to track him down.
Playing golf with Tiger,
In shoes lifted from a clown.

When Christian deaths were piling up,
too many to ignore.
He celebrated Ramadan
with prayer rugs on the floor.

Now Martha’s Isle is calling,
And Marine One waits behind.
“It’s not my call,” is all he says.
He really thinks we’re blind.


About GruntOfMonteCristo

Fearless and Devout Catholic Christian First, Loving Husband and Father Second, Pissed-Off Patriot Third, Rocket Engineer Dork Last.
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2 Responses to Rhymes for Our Times

  1. Pistol Pete says:

    That would be funny if not for the fact its all true.

  2. This is a fairy tale, all right.

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