e.e. cummings, eat your heart out

April in New England -- the brutal beauty of grime-covered snow piles still not quite melted -- inspires its own flavor of poetry: Limericks!

I just love the new prez named Obama,
but he won't promise change without trauma.
Let the teabaggers whine,
"I just want what's not mine!",
while Glen Beck cries in anguish, "Yo Mama!"

The Somalis, who're dying at high rates,
formed a "Coast Guard" of rubber-boat shipmates.
Never mind the dumped waste,
the fish gathered in haste,
We're in power, so let's call them "pirates"!