Far-flung Fanatics

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Australian poet, Australian traditional poetry, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry, Religious door-knockers

You ask would I join your strange cult;
I consider that sir, an insult.
And why would you ask it?
Come – climb in this basket.
(I’m testing my new catapult)

Canada Calling

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

I don’t care if it’s sleeting and snowing.
I don’t care if a freezing wind’s blowing.
I’m a poor Aussie sod
But if Trump gets the nod,
Off to Canada I will be going.

Crap Factory Moves North

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

Off to Canada, Hollywood’s going.
For the fresh winds of change, they are blowing.
It’s the best news this year.
Come along, have a beer –
In the U.S., a party they’re throwing.

Target Toilets!

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

Liberate bathrooms I say!
I use different ones everyday.
I try all the cans –
I’m fluid – I’m trans!
I’m straight, male – I’m female and gay!

Target – take your pick

Selbstmord

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Australian traditional poetry, Islamic infiltration, Islamic invasion of Germany, Islamic State, islamic Terrorism, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry

Things are out of control in Deutschland,
Where the flames of destruction are fanned
By the recent invaders –
Those Middle East raiders
Will plunder and ravage the land.

When Barack met Angela

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

When they met it was love at first sight.
Oh Michelle! Can this union be right?
He’ll be back in your arms;
After your generous charms,
He’ll find Angela – a little tight.

Barack L Angela

More Hay!

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Australian traditional poetry, epigram, poem, poetry

Democracy – it is absurd:
The farmer chosen by the herd.

Mount Kardashian

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poem, poetry

From low foothills (its loins and thighs)
Majestically its smooth slopes rise
Divided, where its double dome
To climbers calls: “My contours, roam!”

Kranji

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121 Signal Squadron, ANZUK Force, Australian traditional poetry, Kranji, poem, poetry, Singapore, Somerset Maugham, Straits of Johore

Those long remembered scented nights
Beneath the glow of Kranji’s lights,
Beside the pool, where once had danced
The girls the boys had once romanced.

The place still had the magic then,
And I’d imagine Maugham with pen
In that white house across the straits
As he wrote tales of men – their fates,

As sun, slow sinking, set the scene
On old Malaya warm and green,
And vanished slow, the grand old ways
As Empire lived its twilight days.

Candidate Couplets

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Australian poet, Australian traditional poetry, poem, poetry

I really don’t care
about Donald Trump’s hair.

If I had to choose,
I doubt I’d pick Cruz.

I can’t keep my eyes
off Hillary’s thighs.

I don’t like the pitch
of that spoiler Kasich.

To freeloaders panders
old Saint Bernie Sanders.