A Poem for Elmer McGuirt

Ann Althouse wrote on her blog:

Seems like a poem should be written about Elmer McGuirt.

She linked to a news story about a homeless guy with this distinctive name who robbed a bank in Tampa, got on a bus, and started giving away most of the money to other bus passengers. He was caught.

So far, a lot of the entries are in limerick form. I followed suit:

Elmer was hopelessly homeless,
Penniless, shirtless, and combless.
He stole cash one day
Then gave it away.
Now he's in jail so he'll roam less.

UPDATE:

He was sort of a private Fed,
With a stimulus to spread.
He deserves a big thank-ye
Just like Bernanke,
But he's off to jail instead.