Maggie's Farm

Limericks are the Haiku of Western civilization. They seek associative, allusive, connotative, and humorous revelation, rather than the mystical and ineffable, mostly. I will get it started:

There once was a judge named Alito
Who the Left did dislike con spirito,
So they smeared him with slime,
But ran out of time,
So left crying in their beer and Doritos.

Update: Emailed from an Italian-American reader "Vinny in NJ":

There was a paysan named Alito,
To us Dems he's a nasty mosquito.
He's a working class wop
but he ain't union shop,
I'd rather vote for a friggin' burrito.

It's a difficult rhyme. One more, emailed in from who knows where:

There once was a judge named Alito,
They claimed he had gone incognito,
And hates women and blacks
Like all Reagan hacks,
But he stuck like a chunk of granito.

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