VIII.

There once was a d00d named Obama
He was 2 kewl 4 sk00l and jo mama
He rolled out his plan
To repeat, "YES WE CAN!"
And hang back to complete Bush's 'Nama.

VII.

Harper was trying his luck
Teasing the parties to duck
Because winning elections
Would give them erections
And damned if that ain't worth a fuck.

VI.

There once was a fellow named Jesus
Who fell for the swells that would please us
But we learned not a thing
Heeding doggy bells' ring
To chase after the green snows that tease us.

V.

There once was a woman named Palin
With her hockey mom shtick she was flailin'
Though appealing to plumbers
The rest were all bummers
Political life kept on failin'.

IV.

There once was a man named McCain
Who could not comprehend people's pain
He recruited a chick
Who was good as a brick
Through the hull of his sinking campaign.

III.

Dick was a veep off the slim
His name was an aptonym
Like a gun in the woods
He delivered the goods
When he took on Iraq on a whim.

II.

There once was a PM named Steve
He was more aloof than you'd believe
He was Canada's rock
Sucking George Bush's cock
And the voters did not want reprieve.

I.

There once was a leader named Bush
Who invaded the Hindu Kush
He blew up the locals
Like Pontchartrain yokels
Igniting the flames 'neath his tush.

There once was a moron named Josh.

If there's one thing I'm good at, it's starting projects and not seeing them through. I don't know if this blog will follow that trend. Nor do I care, particularly.

In case you're new, my name is Josh K. Singh. I'm a self-styled poet and satirist. It's only inevitable that poetry and satire would collide in a veritable orgasm of bitter slashes at the establishmentarian cause.

This blog is my latest gas attack. Here I hope to post many nominally humorous poems of a political bent. Primarily, I think I'll be posting limericks from my latest series, this blog's namesake, One Nation Underdog.

Whether you're anarchist or... miscellaneous, I hope you can derive some modicum of enjoyment from my work. Cheers. (Cue to lift pint of Irish cheer.)

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To start you out, I'll post the following. It's not a One Nation Underdog series poem, but rather a two-summers-old senryu threesome about North Korea missile crisis fun times. Enjoy.

Caution: Diplomats at work

I.

forget it g-dub
you don't know what you're doing
put the bombs away

II.

what'd you say kimbo
you've got a famine going
let the missile fly

III.

just back the hell off
don't smack them with the big stick
surely you can wait