Child's Politics

A discussion between a father and his 12 year old son:

Son: Dad, I have to do a report for school. Can I ask you a question?

Father: Sure son, what’s the question?

Son: What is Politics?

Father: Well, let's take our home for example. I am the wage earner, so let’s call me capitalism. Your mother is the administrator of the money, so we'll call her the government. We take care of your needs, so let’s call you the people. We'll call the maid the working class and your baby brother we will call the future. Do you understand?

Son: I'm not really sure, Dad. I'll have to think about it.

That night, awakened by his baby brother's crying, the boy went to see what was wrong. Discovering the baby had seriously soiled his diaper, the boy went to his parents' room where, he found his mother sound asleep. He then went to the maid's room where, peeking through the key hole, he saw his father in bed with the maid. The boy's knocking went totally unheard by his father and the maid, so the boy returned to his room and went back to bed.

The next morning:

Son: Dad, now I think I understand politics.

Father: That's great son. Explain it to me in your own words.

Son: Well Dad, while capitalism is screwing the working class, the government is sound asleep. The people are being completely ignored and the future is full of shit.

This is from a contest in Oxnard, California. The requirements were to use the words Lewinsky and Kaczynski (the Unabomber) in a limerick.

Here are the 3 winners:

Entry #1:

There once was a gal named Lewinsky

Who played on a flute like Stravinsky

'Twas "Hail to the Chief"

On this flute made of beef

That stole the front page from Kaczynski.

Entry #2:

Said Bill Clinton to young Ms. Lewinsky

We don't want to leave clues like Kaczynski,

Since you look such a mess,

Use the hem of your dress

And wipe that stuff off of your chinsky.

Entry #3:

Lewinsky and Clinton have shown

What Kaczynski must surely have known:

That an intern is better

Than a bomb in a letter

Given the choice of how to be blown.