#ShePersisted

 

Jeff Sessions won't do, Liz insisted.

Admonished, still Warren persisted.

She got the word out.

By wielding their clout

The GOP Leaders assisted.

April Limerick

I didn't write new verse today;

There's nothing I wanted to say.

And thus you are spared

But be very scared...

Tomorrow, it's likely I may.

Going to the Patriots Parade

(Wish us luck on the trains.)

A short rhyme today...  Gotta run.

I've promised to pick up my son;

Go to the parade

To thank those who played

The Super Bowl New England's won

I'll Be Back

I'm sorry; I must be away.

There won't be a new rhyme today,

And, much to my sorrow,

That's still true tomorrow...

But check back on Monday, okay?

A Thanksgiving Limerick

Not that we need it at my house.  (Recipe Courtesy of/http://www.pinterest.com/tripn_dicular/)

I'm thankful for family and friends

And hoping this limerick sends

Good fortune your way

For Thanksgiving Day

(Or else a bartender who blends.)

A Veterans' Day Limerick

Saluting the women and men

Who serve and defend us all when

The country's in need;

Thus proving, by deed,

They're mightier than any pen.

Building an Ark

It's cold and it's windy and wet

So, as I've explained to our pet,

No walks in the park...

I'm building an ark,

'cause we're gonna need one, I'd bet.

I fear that our dog is upset

For there's not a puddle she's met

That she doesn't mark.

She's starting to bark

But I haven't given in yet.

Uncaring how drenched we'll both get

The dog's still insisting I let

Her out in the dark.

Refusing to hark...

Perhaps we'll go visit the vet.

Back to Plymouth State - A Limerick

Our eldest was home on a break

So now we're preparing to take

A journey up North;

We must sally forth

If he is intending to make

The first of his Plymouth State classes

(Near New Hampshire's high mountain-passes.)

But he won't wake up.

Does he need to? Yup.

We have to start moving our... uh... bums

Unsolicited Advice for the Demoulas Family

(Photo/pressherald.com)

"Please re-open the Market Basket,"

'though he's not the first one to ask it,

The Governor tried;

Said 'Swallow your pride

And, if you feel hurt, learn to mask it.

Because that's what relatives do.'

Believe me...  I've got quite a few.

With bad attitude

A family feud,

With sides choosing who's story's true,

Can - quickly - get way out of hand;

More nasty than anyone planned.

With customers lacking

Employees are backing

Their old boss.  United they stand.

It's already gone on for weeks

It's time, now, that Artie T. speaks;

Tells workers 'No more

Go back to their store.'

If it's a solution he seeks.

Happy Birthday Darlin'

We're so proud.  (Photo/Courtesy of Peter S. Corr, IV)

Our eldest is turning 19

But I still remember the scene;

My hospital bed,

He - wrinkled and red -

Then placed in my arms, pink and clean.

Our family, there in a crowd,

Could tell he'd arrived; he was loud.

Now, over the years,

With love, laughs (some tears)

This young man has made us all proud...

Except for the times he did not.

Today, though, that's better forgot.

We'll dwell on the joy

We've gained from the boy

And not on the times that were fraught.

Your entire family loves you darlin'.  Happy 19th Birthday with wishes for many, many more.

The Day Before Easter Limerick

 

Today I am not in the mood.

Forgive me. I know that sounds rude.

There's too much to do;

Can't write rhymes for you.

I have to go shopping for food.

Excuses

 

Today I am not feeling swell;

In fact, I am sicker than hell.

I'm taking a med

And going to bed

Until I am, once again, well.

Happy Birthday Mom

We're having a party tonight;

A birthday for our guiding light.

When everyone comes

To celebrate Mums.

It's her who has kept us so tight.

My family's a big one and we

Aware that, were it not for she,

And all that she did

When we were a kid

And huddled about at her knee

Would never have turned out so well.

For, though we put our Mom through hell,

We always knew that,

At the drop of a hat,

She'd come bail you out of a cell.

I'm kidding - No-one's been to jail.

But Mom's always there...  Without fail

She's holding your hand,

So she'd understand

If we'd had to ask her for bail.

The Never-Ending Winter

Tomorrow it's going to rain

Which means we must clear out the drain.

It's clogged up with snow

There's no place to go

For water.  It's kind of a pain.

We must or we're facing a flood

So now - with some tears, sweat and blood -

We're hacking at ice.

Some Spring would be nice,

But then we'd be dealing with mud.

The Snow Plow Guy Blues

 

The forecast is calling for snow.

The winds are beginning to blow.

The piles are so high

That our snowplow guy

Has no place for new stuff to go.

The Winter Games?

Palm trees in Sochi. (Photo/Courtesy of SwissInfo.ch)

In Sochi, 'neath swaying palm trees,

The temperature's 60* degrees.

It's gotten so warm

Ice crystals can't form.

The Winter Games need a hard freeze.

The snow has been turning to slush.

Snowboarders are having to rush

Their tricks in the air

Afraid they'll land where

They'll lose all their speed in the mush.

It's making it hard to be bolder

Aware you could fracture your shoulder.

Let's send them our snow.

Surprising to know

The Summer Olympics were colder.

*(That's 16 degrees for you non-Farenheit people.)

Kill The Messenger.

Photo/Courtesy of Etsy

A snowstorm is swirling outside.

Enjoy it? Believe me, I've tried.

It's hard when you know

There're 6 weeks to go.

I wish that the groundhog had lied.

The Republican Response Limerick Response

Rep. Cathy McMorris Rodgers (R/WA) offered the official Republican response.

Response was by Rodgers and she

At least, if you're asking me,

Said more about her

Then where the plans were

Put forth by ye olde GOP.

I thought she was lovely and sweet

But that doesn't help us compete.

Can't just be opposed

What have they proposed

To fix the pot-holes in my street?

The President offered a plan...

He's doing the best that he can

But he can't do much

Because out-of-touch

Republicans won't help the man.

Going Back to Plymouth State

 

I'm driving our son back to school

Where, thanks to the genetic pool,

He's proving he's bright;

We did something right...

His momma did not raise a fool.

At least, we can hope I did not;

That he'll use the brains that he's got.

Give trouble a pass;

Stay focused on class,

And know that we love him...  A lot.

A Charlie Brown Christmas Tree

 

I'm going to pick out a tree.

It won't be the first one I see.

It must be just right

Or else, Christmas night,

My loved ones will make fun of me.