M. E. News Flash

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April Fool's Day, limerick, poem, poetry

Just in! First of April – The News:
The Saudis have legalized booze!
Imams labeled kooks
And Iran ditches nukes!
The Arabs make friends with the Jews!

Stoned

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limerick, poem, poetry

Barbarians have some strange rules
To deal with adulterous fools.
They’ll smash them to gore;
Their punishment for
Misusing the family jewels.

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So White Girls Don’t Rock?

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limerick, poem, poetry

Michelle says that black girls, they rock.
She must think racism’s a crock.
Such colour based views
Should make front page news.
The only thing white was her frock.

after reading Rockin’ at Flammeus Gladius

Pygmy Pruning

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limerick, poem, poetry, Tall Poppy Syndrome

He’s successful, he’s clever, and wise,
But how high should a mortal man rise?
We’re used to the small;
Why trust one so tall?
Let’s cut this guy down to our size.

Persian Pork Pies

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Iran, limerick, Munich Agreement, poem, poetry, US Iran Nuclear talks

Foundations of peace have been laid.
Conditions are to be obeyed.
Centrifuges may spin;
For Teheran, it’s a win.
(Oh…and Poland, Iran won’t invade.)

IRAN_NUCLEAR_TALKS

Jazz Hands

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Feminism, Jazz Hands, limerick, poem, poetry

Desist from such rowdy applause!
Of fright and of fear it’s the cause.
Wave those fingers around;
Let there be but the sound
Of us feminists baring our claws.

feminist-conference-says-clapping-triggers-anxiety

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Different Strokes

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epigram, poem, poetry

Christians, off to church each Sunday go.
Muslims at their mosque kneel in a row.
Atheists, complete conviction crow.
Agnostics shrug, and say they do not know.

Smashin’ Fashion

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free verse, limerick, poem, poetry, Post modernism

Yes, fashion is surely a curse;
Remember flared trousers and worse?
Like side burns so hairy
And hairstyles quite scary
And post modern art and free verse.

No Secret

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Edward Snowden, Julian Assange, limerick, poem, poetry, State secrets, Treason

You’re a leaker? No, you are a traitor;
With our foes you’re a collaborator,
And the secrets you sell
Earn a ticket to Hell;
You’ll be heading there, sooner or later.

Basic Instinct

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limerick, poem, poetry

Of course boys like hunting, my dear,
Unless they are sissies or queer,
And that’s why our sons,
They like rifles and guns;
It’s all those who don’t that I fear.