Aliens came down from the sky
Prior to an Obama whopping lie.
They went back to their ship
And said, "Earthmen we skip
For ingredients to luscious brain pie."
Reproductive health for a Democrat
Is just like celibacy for an alley cat.
What no period can tell
Is go see Gosnell
And where waiting 8 months is stat.
How do you tell Sebelius from Tiller?
One took the money from the other, the killer.
She and Barack
Could be hands of a clock
As their profiles resemble a Greek pillar.
Dirty Harry don't like cattlemen.
Hard work, for him, is rustling a pen.
His son totally agrees
Advising Chinese for fees.
Tape worms are their next of kin.
Grazing cattle and desert turtles,
Michael Moore and slimming girdles,
They don't get along
Like Barack and a bong.
Rhyming this limerick poses too many hurdles.
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