To Sydney Town

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australia, Australian bush poetry, Australian traditional poetry, Formal poetry, poem, poetry, Sydney

I’m off this day to Sydney Town,
Where very few folk wear a frown,
And where, the natives (so I’m told)
Drink sapphire wine from cups of gold.
Where all men live in harmony
And husbands with their wives agree.
Where people from disparate lands
Sing cheerful tunes whilst holding hands,
And crime (hence punishment) is rare.
Where every face is fine and fair,
And never spoken a cruel word;
Just compliments and praises heard.
To this fine burg, I’m going down;
To paradise – old Sydney Town.

Giving Ground

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australian formal poetry, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry

They’re human, and they’re just like us;
Look! here comes another packed bus!
Back to their lands chase them?
No! we will embrace them;
They’re dangerous? What’s all the fuss?

Sometime later…….

We really should give them a break;
A generous slice of the cake.
Sure, tensions they’ve fanned,
But we must understand
And be tolerant, for heaven’s sake.

Later still……

They’re not really fitting in well.
The differences starting to tell.
They’re mostly on welfare;
Their hobby is warfare;
The neighborhood’s going to hell.

And …well you know the rest….

We warily walk down the street,
And scrutinize strangers we meet.
What’s under those veils?
High explosives and nails?
We make a disordered retreat.

Singing Profit is Wrong

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Australian traditional poetry, Formal poetry, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem

The liberals have waited so long
For a pope who’d be singing their song.
And he sings it out loud
To the choir. (that’s his crowd)
Problem is – all the lyrics are wrong.

New World Disorder

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australian formal poetry, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry

The Christians are sliced like salami.
The sane are replaced by the barmy.
These times may seem queer,
But hey! don’t you fear –
Gay civilians are leading the army.

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Missed His Calling

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Australian traditional poetry, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry

Frank is truly a man on a mission,
And would have all express their contrition –
All whose wealth has increased,
For this maddening priest
Should have been a far-left politician.

Assisted Invasion 101

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Australian traditional poetry, Formal poetry, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry

Appeal to the brains soft and tender;
A sense of compassion engender.
Then open the gate
To purveyors of hate,
And raise the white flag of surrender.

Iranian Snakes

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australian formal poetry, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, Persian Empire, poem, poetry

Once Persians, no lies would they speak –
In Parsi or even in Greek.
But then came Mohammed
And now they’re enamoured
Of flicking forked tongues at the meek.

Sexbot

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Australian traditional poetry, Formal poetry, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry, Sexbots

She has polypropylene brains,
So headaches this girl never feigns.
Her face never ages;
I pay her no wages,
And what’s more – she never complains.

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Mostly Quiet on the Eastern Front

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Australian traditional poetry, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, Mainstream Media, poem, poetry

No burning, no rape, no beheading;
Thank God! Such reports I was dreading.
The stories in “Your News”
(Most horror it eschews)
Don’t stoop to such brutal bloodletting.

Millions of Voters Refugees

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Australian traditional poetry, limerick, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry

Mrs Merkel’s not mad! – she’s quite sane.
Oh, you can’t see my point? – it’s quite plain:
How loud they will laud her,
And how they’ll reward her –
With votes! – it’s their votes she will gain!

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