Pecker Checker

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Australian poet, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry, Transgender bathrooms

If you’re not quite sure where to pee,
Then just have a little “look-see.”
If you have a willy
Then you would be silly
To enter the “Ladies” – agree?

Bathroom signs of the times

Virtual Reality

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Australian poet, Australian traditional poetry, Exaggerated reporting, Fake news, Fake weather news, Media hysteria, Media lies, poem, poetry

No wonder schools are closed today:
Low roll the clouds – a ghastly grey,
And lightning flashes ‘cross the sky;
To safety all winged creatures fly.
The weather has gone quite insane.
Now from the heavens driving rain
Falls heavily in silver sheets;
Like thunder on the roof it beats.
One senses danger in one’s blood,
As rivers rise in foaming flood,
And waves, the whining north wind whips
As sailors cry from sinking ships.
No wonder schools are closed today;
The children are all locked away.

{Thought an explanation of my recent posts might be in order – A cyclone has recently come down the coast. (as they do here from time to time) It caused some damage and flooding further north but by the time it got to the south-east of the state it had degenerated into a rain depression. Sure there were some heavy falls (badly needed by the way) but nothing exceptional, and only minor river flooding and the usual flash-flooding of low-lying areas, particularly in Brisbane. The media and the state government of course have had a fit of hysterics and the government (with co-operation from big business) has practically closed everything down – schools, government departments – you name it – because of a bit of rain. Meanwhile today is a beautiful fine day – but the schools and most other things are closed – madness!}

Fake Weather News

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australian formal poetry, Australian poet, Australian traditional poetry, Brisbane minor flooding, Cyclone Debbie, Exaggeration of weather events, Fake weather news, Irrational behaviour, Media weather reporting hysteria, poem, poetry

It’s a sign! It’s an omen! – We’re all gunna die!
Look up! Don’t you see? There’s a cloud in the sky!
Soon rains, quite torrential, will soak to our skins,
And wild winds will blow us to Hell for our sins.

Thank you Nanny!

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Australian poet, Australian traditional poetry, Cyclone Debbie, Exaggeration of weather events, Fake weather news, Government overreaction, Minor flooding in South East Queensland, nanny state, poem, poetry

We’ve had a little bit of rain.
The powers that be – now quite insane,
Have shut up shop and locked the doors;
Are getting ready – boats and oars,
Life-jackets, flares, rations and more.
(You’d think it was a bloody war!)
We shake our heads and wonder – “why?”
But kids are happy – hear them cry:
“The schools are closed! – Hey ain’t it great
To live in such a Nanny State!”

Black Spot

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Australian poet, Australian traditional poetry, Congo River, Darkest Africa, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry, The Congo, The Dark Continent

By the river of death bleach their bones,
As by each bend and reach the wind moans:
“O’er the dead men I blow
But nobody will know.”
(In the Congo there are few cell phones)

Whites die in Congo

Turning the Tables

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Australian poet, Australian traditional poetry, Formal poetry, ISIS, Islamic infiltration, islamic Terrorism, Islamization, Jihadists, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, London terror attacks, poem, poetry

“Get used to it folks,” says the mayor,
“In a way it is really quite fair.
Sure there’ll be disasters
For we’re now the masters
And finally we’re getting square.”

City Life

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Australian poet, Islamic infiltration, Islamic State, islamic Terrorism, Islamization, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, London terror attacks, poem, poetry

I love cities – the daily attacks,
The mayhem, the murders, big Macs,
Sight-seeing, throat-slitting;
Down in the park, sitting;
Exploding Muslim maniacs.

Get used to it

City States

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Ancient Greek City States, Australian poet, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry, US Sanctuary cities

You wish to be like ancient Greece?
No? Then all this madness must cease.
Your differences bury;
Give no sanctuary
To aliens, if you want peace.

Sanctuary cities

This May Take a While

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Age of the Earth, australian formal poetry, Australian poet, Australian traditional poetry, Creation, Creation theory, evolution, Man's time on Earth, poem, poetry, Theory of Evolution

Four billion years the Earth has been around?
For almost all that time no sight or sound
Of man? – No creature walked upon the ground
Who could appreciate this Eden found?
No thinker that its wonders could astound?
With patience all creators must abound.

Another Dull Jurassic Day

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Age of Dinosaurs, Australian poet, Australian traditional poetry, Dinosaurs, Jurrasic, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry

What was the point of Dinosaurs and such?
I’ve seen their bones. (they said I couldn’t touch)
They didn’t dance; they didn’t sing;
They didn’t do a bloody thing!
One hundred million years of “nothing much.”