A few days ago, The Hill noted John Kerry’s nasty mocking of Sen. David Vitter’s D.C. Madam-related woes. Kerry was speaking at a Democratic Senatorial Campaign Committee fund-raiser last week:
Kerry made light of the situation with a limerick when he spoke at the event, which was held, appropriately enough, in Nantucket, Mass.
“There once was a man named Vitter
Who vowed that he wasn’t a quitter
But with stories of women
And all of his sinnin’
He knows his career’s in the — oh, never mind,” Kerry said.
The poem was reported by ABC News on Friday and confirmed to The Hill by a Democratic aide who attended the event.
Lucianne’s rhyming readers have responded with their own verses. A sample:
Reply 13 – Posted by: Mo Gumbo, 7/23/2007 9:22:58 PM
A snawb’ly gaunt eater of pickles,
and his wife, an enjoyer of prickles,
sneer at collegues’ missteps
and hoi polloi schleps
as they pinch inherited nickles.
Reply 14 – Posted by: Ynaught, 7/23/2007 9:31:35 PM
There once was a Bay Stater pol,
Who thought he had married a doll,
When honeymoon ended,
Mr. Kerry lamented,
His doll was a chain with a ball.
So he struck out at Senator Vitter
In a way a that’s as sad as it’s bitter
“cause Teresa’s huge stash
keeps John home counting her cash,
It acts like a big baby-sitter.
Reply 15 – Posted by: southernbygrace, 7/23/2007 9:38:09 PM
There once was a phony named Jawn
Who almost sailed in on a con
He thought he was shifty
But got beached by the Swifty
Now lives as the Gigolo Mon
Reply 21 – Posted by: southernbygrace, 7/23/2007 9:57:03 PM
There once was a strange Gigolo
Who married and married for dough
He made up a war story
Puffed it up for his glory
But won’t sign his own one eight oh
Reply 29 – Posted by: Blackeagle, 7/23/2007 10:23:49 PM
A horse-faced young man served in Nam,
Whose war record turned out to be sham.
When confronted with fact,
He swiftly attacked,
‘’I say, don’t you know who I am?’’
Keep scrolling. Great stuff.
Hot Air’s wordsmiths were busy composing a few days ago:
There once was a man named Lurch
Whose comrades in arms he’d besmirch
His future was bright
The election was tight
Til Swift Boaters did their research