Farts 'n Fascism
A contemporary limerick
By John Peter
The farts of the furious Fuhrer,
Stank up his trousers interior.
But no one was near,
So he drank more beer,
And blew foam out his posterior.
Later, Ashcroft dropped in for advice,
To put the constitution on ice,
And the two men agreed,
To work at top speed,
Making Bush the new Fascist device.
And when people started to complain,
Ashcroft's cops came around to explain:
With Bush as the boss,
Your rights are a loss,
Be quiet! Or your ass we'll detain.
The police state is now in effect,
By the rich guy votes did not elect.
Will the people object,
And Bush, they reject?
Or will "Arab Auschwitz" next be erect?
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