I’ll make this as obscure as I can –
It’s a riddle about: a black man
Who is threatened with terror,
His tactical error,
Chaos, human waste, and a fan.
after reading Wit’s Hard Game
In Vienna, best cover your rear –
Even traffic lights are acting queer.
Bearded girls/guys are singing.
The whole city’s swinging.
It’s gay Eurovision this year.
What is that gas the forests and the grasses think so cool?
Why it’s the product of combustion of our fossil fuel.
It’s oxygen and carbon atoms – two and one combined,
By burning crude oil from the wells (when it has been refined)
And coal to heat the boilers day and night to give us power.
It gives the crops their verdant coats; gives colour to the flower.
The trees and shrubs they breathe it in, and oxygen they vent
For us; we breathe out CO2 – a cycle heaven-sent.
It used to be quite plentiful but now it’s just a trace;
Keep pumping it, it doesn’t smell, and sure greens up the place.
“Allah did not create man so that he could have fun. The aim of creation was for mankind to be put to the test through hardship and prayer. An Islamic regime must be serious in every field. There are no jokes in Islam. There is no humor in Islam. There is no fun in Islam. There can be no fun and joy in whatever is serious.” — Ayatollah Khomeini
I think that it’s more than a rumour:
Some Muslims have no sense of humour,
And they’re not enamoured
Of jokes ‘bout Mohammed;
They’re as funny, they say, as a tumour.