17 Thursday Dec 2015
Posted in Satire
Tags
Australian traditional poetry, Concealed carry, islamic Terrorism, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry
I’m shocked that you carry a gun.
My strategy is just to run
And hope they don’t shoot me;
Your methods don’t suit me;
I’m not into self-defence son.
17 Thursday Dec 2015
Posted in Satire
16 Wednesday Dec 2015
Posted in Satire
Tags
Australian traditional poetry, Bombing of Berlin WW2, ISIS in Syria, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry
I’m shocked – don’t know where to begin.
Bomb harmless civilians? A sin!
It’s crazy, demented!
Quite unprecedented!
Next thing they’ll be bombing Berlin!
16 Wednesday Dec 2015
Posted in Satire
If men are from Mars and women from Venus,
Where does Caitlyn come from? (the girl with the penis)
15 Tuesday Dec 2015
Posted in Satire
Tags
Australian traditional poetry, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, Paris Climate Conference, poem, poetry
Another day – more people dying.
Their friends and their relatives crying,
And Hillary tweeting;
At the Paris meeting –
Obama, as usual, lying.
14 Monday Dec 2015
Posted in Satire
Tags
Australian traditional poetry, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry, Pope Francis
The outlaws are holding a mass,
So jump on your horse or your ass.
To stop this disorder
Just south of the border
We’ll head the Pope off at the pass.
14 Monday Dec 2015
Posted in Satire
Tags
Australian traditional poetry, Islamic infiltration, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry
This is serious – say after me:
“I’m a Syrian – a refugee.
And I fear for my life –
For my children and wife.”
Quite convincing! – I’m sure they’ll agree.
13 Sunday Dec 2015
Posted in Humour
How stupid, I ask, can you be?
Snapping turtles, in pants, running free,
May tend to start snapping
At anything flapping –
They gave him a vasectomy.
13 Sunday Dec 2015
Posted in Satire
Tags
Anthropogenic Global Warming, australian formal poetry, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, Paris Climate Conference, poem, poetry
In Paris the champagne corks popping
Kept time with the snouts in troughs slopping
Shrimp, caviar, veal;
The crooks cooked a deal.
(The temperature’s already dropping)
12 Saturday Dec 2015
It’s been several decades but now
I’m back into pop music – wow!
The quality’s soared;
Why have I ignored
This art? – Miley, please take a bow.
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