Fifty people, five dogs, ten bark huts,
Is hardly a nation, you nuts!
One shrivelled old chief?
It beggars belief!
Stop the bullshit and get off your butts!
Stone Age Nation
28 Sunday Feb 2016
Posted Satire
in28 Sunday Feb 2016
Posted Satire
inFifty people, five dogs, ten bark huts,
Is hardly a nation, you nuts!
One shrivelled old chief?
It beggars belief!
Stop the bullshit and get off your butts!
25 Thursday Feb 2016
Posted Satire
inTags
Australian traditional poetry, Equipay App, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry
I’ll calculate your share – OK?
You’re black; you’re a female and gay.
I’m white, male and straight,
Now just a short wait…..
Your share?….ah….you don’t have to pay.
24 Wednesday Feb 2016
Posted Satire
inTags
Aboriginal policy in Australia, Australian traditional poetry, Islamic infiltration, Islamization, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, multiculturalism, poem, poetry
This is the course we prescribe:
That we allocate each to a tribe.
Our intention we’ll hide
As we split and divide;
Now I’ll come to the clincher – the bribe.
24 Wednesday Feb 2016
Posted Satire
inTags
Australian traditional poetry, Brussels, islam in Belgium, Islamic infiltration, Islamization, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry
Mosques opening and churches closing.
The gangs on the streets, law opposing,
As women, they cover their faces
And memories fade to mere traces
Of Europe of old, as we knew it;
Its past and the folk who lived through it.
Soon bans on wine, singing, and dancing,
And couples – no public romancing.
The Muslims are flexing their muscles –
It all will be ending in Brussels.
23 Tuesday Feb 2016
Posted Satire
inTags
18c, Australian traditional poetry, Free Speech, Freedom of Expression, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry, section 18c of the Racial Discrimination Act
You think that Australia is free?
The well-informed wouldn’t agree.
And those in the fight
Closely watch what they write –
Quake in fear when they hear: “18C”
22 Monday Feb 2016
Posted Satire
inTags
Australian traditional poetry, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry, Pope Francis
I’ve been a bit hard on the Pope.
He’s kind, though he may be a dope.
He’s not bad to the bone
So I’ll leave him alone
And give him a little more rope.
21 Sunday Feb 2016
Posted Satire
inTo the millions he’s holy and wise.
He would have all the slaves on earth rise.
He appeals if you’re red
Though that ethos is dead.
He’s the scourge of all free enterprise.
21 Sunday Feb 2016
Posted Satire
inAlthough I don’t wish to alarm you,
There will be more calls to disarm you,
For you’ll share his guilt
As if blood you’ve spilt;
You’ll hear: “Take their guns! – they may harm you!”
19 Friday Feb 2016
Posted Satire
inIt’s the tag-team for which I can’t wait.
And the U.S.? – sure, they’ll seal her fate,
For the people won’t learn;
They’ll prefer him, and burn,
And the Pope will be his running mate.
19 Friday Feb 2016
Posted Satire
inThis guy would make your country great?
Oh no! What a horrible fate!
Spread panic and fear,
Misinform, lie, and smear;
His character – assassinate!