Skeptical Limerick

There was a conspiracy nut
Who’s convictions confused him somewhat
Any which way he turned
A conspiracy burned
Thus he spun, with his head up his butt

The conspiracy nut had a friend
Who would ally with him till the end
An absurdity claimed
Would be sited and named
Room for two, derriere? (See a trend?)

Conspiracy lovers abound
Look for one – find a hundred around
G.I. tracts are impacted
Not a head is extracted
Yet conspirators never are found

Anomalies are bread and butter
To conspiracy nuts and to other
Ghost-hunting kooks
Who claim they find spooks
In each bright spot they snap with a shutter

But anomaly hunters don’t care
About facts even if made aware
That the points they thought strong
Are just out-and-out wrong
“All the experts Big Brother ensnares!”

So when faced with a rabid baboon
Crying, “We never went to the moon!”
These fools, nuts, and hicks
Evolution will fix
And it just cannot happen too soon!