For the uninitiated, Limericks are 5 liners with rhyming pattern of aa bb a i.e the first, second and fifth lines follow similar rhyme with the second and third line following a different rhyme. Limericks were popular atleast during my teenage on account of their salacious content and humour. If the youngsters of today can enlighten me on its current status, I would be grateful.  
 

                                     I
There was a MP who slapped the manager of a bank,

Drunk with power, hiding behind his status and rank,

Caught on the camera, the whole episode he denied, 

On his own political clout as a SC/ST leader he relied,

Do we require such leaders? That is my question frank.

                                     II

And now, I hear even a High Court judge has sought,

Protection from Minister, whose loyalty is easily bought,

The quagmire, the muck, the corruption vile,

Makes me mad and angry, brings up my bile,

This is not the freedom for which our forefathers fought.

 
                                     III

There was a talk of Section 377 finally being abolished,

The age old law was definitely draconian and ghoulish,

With great enthusiasm, out came the gay pride,

Only to realise that they have been taken for a ride,

The Govt is scared of its vote bank being demolished.

 
                                     IV

Religion, caste, creed, region, ethnicity – our people divide,

On being Indians foremost there seems to be lesser pride,

Spurred on by politicians for their selfish personal gains,

To differentiate ourselves into sub groups we take pains,

When will the people of my country stem this rotten tide?

A young truant leader carrying the Gandhi name,

Thought of minority bashing as gateway to fame,

The Election Commission did get hold,

Of a CD containing his statements bold,

Now the country understands Varun’s double game.

                                     II

In India, politics and elections make strange bedmates,

Leaders willing to ally given right incentives and rates,

Corrupt farmer, an errant teacher, a fodder chor,

Criminals, convicts and a circus of many more,

For being elected once more, all are the prime candidates.

                                     III

Then there was this very smart and pretty looking dame,

For getting married, she changed her religion and name,

Under pressure her political paramour ran for cover,

Without even the courtesy of telling her it’s all over,

She believed her politician would stand up, O what a shame.

                                      IV

A tin pot dictator of an Asian country small,

Produced mujahideens to aid the Soviet fall,

This group into a monster grew,

Into its fold all fanatics it drew,

And is consuming the country and its people all.