A Six-Pack's Attack on Everyman Barack

(Limericks of Six - on Obama's Tricks)

Obama, your mama'd be proud.
Her son sure is living out loud.
The Renaissance Man,
According to plan,
Knows how to appeal to the crowd.

And yet, your opponent has proved,
Integrity cannot be moved.
Experience shown
Before you were grown,
As global true leaders approved.

The world is a most complex place
And leadership much more than race.
Appearances fail
In global travail,
And figureheads just take up space.

Please tell us the truth and relax us.
Obama, your words overtax us.
Your high-ticket plans
Beyond our life spans,
Confuse, as you eloquent wax us.

We're calling you out, sir, Obama,
We know you're no kin to Osama.
You're from Illinois,
But too glib and coy
When talking about the big bomb-a.

Though well-tailored, yet you must learn:
America's trust you must earn.
You're calling for change
With naught to exchange -
Perhaps it is not yet your turn.

We've no time for flashy campaign.
It's time for a leader, McCain.