Iowa Caucuses 2012: The Field of Midgets

THE FIELD OF MIDGETS

 

You can stick a nail in Sarah Palin:

She and her kayak went out wailin’.

 

He’s everywhere, like Forrest Gump,

But now The Donald’s in the sump.

Let’s hope we’ve heard the final Trump.

 

Herman’s mammy mis-raised Cain.

He took his marriage vows in vain;

His misused wife still feels the pain,

And we won’t hear from him again.

 

Diogenes listened to Michele O’Bachman —

When she opens her mouth he shoves a sock in.

 

Rick Perry’s lost his cherry

And he’s not feeling very merry —

He feels a bit like Swift-Boat Kerry.

 

Chris Christy is feeling misty

For he said, “No,” but in his sleep

He dreams in vain that he’ll be Veep.

 

Rick Santorum can’t find a quorum —

He can hardly find a forum.

 

Newt Gingrich learned how to pitch,

But he learned better how to switch

And how to make himself as rich

As Midas was. All of which

Did nothing to control his itch

To be something more than a….

 

Like Caesar, old man Paul

Divided up his hoard of gall —

Now Ron’s waiting to wear his pall.

 

Mitt Romney’s a

Case of insomnia,

But every clown

Is going down.

 

Did anyone vote for Jon Huntsman?

Nobody, not even once, man,

But he’s the only one with a brain —

The rest of these midgets are inane.