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Monthly Archives: April 2015

Noetry

29 Wednesday Apr 2015

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in Satire

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formalist poetry, free verse, poem, poetry

Formalism, I’m giving away;
Making metre, it just doesn’t pay.
All this rhyming’s a curse;
Were I writing free verse
I could churn out a hundred a day.

One Hump or Two?

28 Tuesday Apr 2015

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limerick, poem, poetry

While double bed sales, they are slumping,
Most couples, on camels, are jumping.
But a dromedary
Some find is less scary,
And needs only half of the humping.

women-must-give-husbands-sex-even-on-camels

No Brain or Insane?

28 Tuesday Apr 2015

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in Satire

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limerick, poem, poetry

It’s one thing when a leader is bad;
Quite another when he is quite mad.
This guy’s either blind
Or he’s out of his mind;
Either way, for old England, it’s sad.

how_mad_is_miliband

Cooking up a Story

27 Monday Apr 2015

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army cooks, poem, poetry, war diary

Based on an old army joke that used to circulate
during the Vietnam War years, but which probably dates back
to the Trojan War or beyond…
Note: Australian Army cooks at that time were usually referred to by the troops as “Tucker Fu**ers”

Tucker – Australian slang for food.

He takes his diary and he writes:

“Our situation’s very tight.
Where e’er I look a fearful sight.
All round, the fires of Hell are stoked;
Dead bodies that are steamed and smoked,
The clash of steel a constant sound.
(A weapon rattles to the ground)
How did I get into this mess?
But then I volunteered I guess.
My goose I know is surely cooked.
Any retreat would not be brooked,
And shells are bursting all about….”

But then beside his ear a shout:
(The mess sergeant has caught him out)

“Now put away that bloody book!
You’ve got two hundred meals to cook!
Pick up those egg shells from the floor!
Flip omelettes and those apples core!
And pick that flamin’ saucepan up,
And make some tea – I’ll have a cup,
And get that goose out on the shelf.
(I bags a drumstick for meself)
Remember lad, that war is hell,
But well behind the lines we dwell,
And so are nowhere near the fight,
So cook! You don’t have time to write!”

Demon Duck of Doom

26 Sunday Apr 2015

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in Humour, Nature

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Bullockornis, Demon Duck of Doom, limerick, poem, poetry

and now for something completely different….

Annoy her and she would attack.
Your bones, with her beak she would crack.
She had yellow legs;
Laid enormous eggs;
Would deafen you with her loud “QUACK!”

the-demon-duck-of-doom

Gullible Gauls

25 Saturday Apr 2015

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in Satire

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limerick, poem, poetry

“….it will take at least a decade to get rid of racial tensions……”

All those millions are surely enough.
Cash, the flames of destruction, should snuff.
All will then live in peace
And all tensions will cease.
How do idiots dream up this stuff?

france-racism-islamophobia-plan

Veiled Vision

23 Thursday Apr 2015

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in Satire

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genocide, poem, poetry

The shadow of The Prophet shades
The smoking guns and bloodied blades,
As impotent, the distant drones,
Avert their gaze from Christian bones.

Paradise Clinic

22 Wednesday Apr 2015

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in Bush Poetry, Historical

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Arawa Clinic, Bougainville Copper, Bougainville Island, Bougainville War, Panguna, Papua New Guinea, poem, poetry, sonnet, Tropical diseases and parasites

In paradise if you got sick you died,
Until the miners brought the modern drugs.
The dead were many and the graves were wide;
Utopia is strewn with deadly bugs.
The natives from the bush, with skirts of grass,
Their jungle rot, it ate right to the bone,
But ’twas no match for potions sealed in glass
That healed the sores of men who crafted stone.
Malaria, the fever killed them young,
Until the quinine quelled the parasite.
The maladies of liver and of lung
Were treated, and the darkness turned to light.
Some think the tropic places paradise;
Reality is not so neat or nice.

Just Can’t Face It

21 Tuesday Apr 2015

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in Satire

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Apathy, Escapism, FaceBook, Head in Sand, limerick, poem, poetry, Social Media

Please, don’t post of murderous wars.
I’ve no wish to see it – it bores.
On Facebook we chat –
Someone’s pic of their cat!
Oh look at its cute little paws!

Gathering Intelligence Garbage

20 Monday Apr 2015

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in Satire

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Iran, Julie Bishop, limerick, poem, poetry

With Iran there are secrets we’ll share;
After all, they are trusted and fair,
And they never would lie –
Such a noble ally.
What! – This really is too much to bear!

iran-to-share-secret-intelligence-with-australia

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