Scootin’ from Putin

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

Now they flee, for the Russians are feared.
Dressed as girls, with their facial hair sheared.
I don’t know why they’re trimmin’ –
Have you seen their women?
There’s no need to shave off the beard.

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When Vlad met Barack

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

It was clear Putin thought him a jerk.
You could tell by his sly Slavic smirk.
Thought Vlad – ‘Are they joking?
Just what were they smoking? –
Electing this right piece of work.’

painfully-awkward

Russian Concussion

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Formal poetry, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry

While the western powers fanny about,
The Russian jets clobber and clout
The barbarian horde;
Put the scum to the sword;
Put their whole evil army to rout.

Merry Men (plus Marian) Debate

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Democratic Debate, Formal poetry, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry

Capital will be soon on the run.
All that wealth will be under the gun.
Everything will be free
As the outlaws agree;
All will frolic and have lots of fun.

And the borders will be opened wide,
And the masses will flock to their side,
Without worry or care;
All with flowers in their hair,
And with saintly old Bernie young Robin their guide.

Yes the socialists have made their stand.
Down with profit, and guns will be banned.
Markets to be distorted.
More children aborted –
The vision of Robin Hood’s band.

Cannibalized

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

It’s becoming a bit of a bore
To be told that black lives matter more,
When the ones in the womb
Are consigned to the tomb –
Black or white – all are just traded gore.

Shootin’ Putin

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

Obama, America’s kitten,
On his clawless paws he is sittin’.
Attack ain’t his style;
He preens and purrs while,
The bullet, the Russians, have bitten.

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Pope Pong

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Australian traditional poetry, Cardinal George Pell, Formal poetry, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry

Best to listen to Cardinal Pell
When he says that The Church is not well,
For he says what he thinks;
Has a good nose for stinks –
It detects decay’s sweet sickly smell.

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Mad? No, just Bad

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islam, jihad, limerick, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry

“They are madmen!” the media shout.
They’re not crazy, these guys are devout.
A Jihadist who cuts
Off a head isn’t nuts,
For he clearly knows what he’s about.

He’s a warrior for the Koran.
He’s Mohammed’s fanatical fan,
And his closed evil brain,
It is twisted but sane;
He’s of Islam’s dark army – the van.

Monkey Business

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Formal poetry, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, PETA, poem, poetry

“I just saw your selfie – you’re spunky!
You’re hirsute, but handsome and hunky!”
‘Oh I do feel a dick,
See I sent the wrong pic –
The face in the photo’s my monkey.

And PETA now say they will sue me;
The photo did not belong to me.
My monkey agrees
And he’s deaf to my pleas;
He says he and PETA will screw me.’

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Clinton Candy

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limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry

Her supporters shower her with affection,
And such passion’s a potent protection.
There’s no way you can beat
A good girl who’s so sweet;
She’s a cute but concocted confection.