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We've been having a "Bash Santa" week, but I wrote limericks this morning about Putin breaking his tailbone.  So, Tom suggested we have a "Bash Putin" week.  Here are three more from me.  Please join in bashing that dastardly demon if you wish.


That Evil Putin fell down and hurt his tushy
He swore, "It was one of my bodyguards pushed me!"
Not wanting to be blamed
For he was so ashamed
That he had to change his pants cuz they were gooshy

It was on his darn keister that Putin landed
I'm going to be honest and very candid
He was chasing a skirt
When the scumbag got hurt
While being frisky with her, he was caught red-handed

Now he can't sit in a chair on his derriere
Cuz that lowlife tried to ruin the innocent, Claire
It's his tailbone he broke
His neck I'd like to choke
He's worse than Hitler, the annihilator Herr
                         Written by Jenna Logan


V. Putin has fallen on his tush
Pity was not in a thorny bush
Put him on a chain gang
Better yet, let him hang
Then let us have in Russia a putsch!

Arrogant Putin's butt is sore
Love this special news, tell us more
The ass is hurtin'
The world is certain
Putin needs to be shown the door.
              Written by L. Milton Hankins


Putin is a fascist like Hitler, no doubt 
That's what he really is all about
He fell on his a.r.s.e 
Emitting methane garse 
And learned it's three Reichs you're out!

Putin to his guards was accusatory 
So let us embellish on that story 
Shoved down from his thrown 
Cracked his smug coccyx bone 
This tail-ends his self-proclaimed glory
              Written by Robert Gorelick



Vlad Putin was dealing with state affairs 
On his way back he skidded down the stairs
You could smell the foul gas
Cos' he ruptured his a.s.s
 No get well wishes because nobody cares. 

He'd fallen over and broke his a.s.s. bone 
A guard rushed over when he heard a moan
Hard luck you commie jerk
Cos'  it's karma at work
Start praying now for your sins and atone
                   Written by Tom Cunningham
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