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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required 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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