A Present Peril

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

𝐀 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐥

We are their avowed enemies,
Yet we do and we say as we please.
From our numerous spires
We call out: “Stoke the fires!”
While they worry about the Chinese.

— D.N. O’Brien