Before the First Debate

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1st Presidential Debate 2020, Australian poet, Donald Trump, Joe Biden, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry

𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐞

The issues will soon be debated.
The broadcast will be highly rated.
It’s man against man!
Trump’s tuning his tan.
Joe Biden is being sedated.

— D.N. O’Brien

The Lives of Amy

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Amy Coney Barrett, Australian poet, poem, poetry, Supreme Court of the United States, Triolet

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐦𝐲

Who wants to stop us killing? Evil bitch!
Who cares about annoying little lives?
For we find murder thrilling — damn this witch
Who wants to stop us killing! Evil bitch!
Dare she oppose the powerful and rich?
Abort her sad attempt! Unsheathe the knives!
Who wants to stop us killing? Evil bitch!
Who cares about annoying little lives?

— D.N. O’Brien

Fire and Theft

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Australian poet, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry, U.S. Presidential Election 2020

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐟𝐭

“We’ll burn the joint down if we lose!”
They threaten, they rant and abuse.
They cry “We’ll rebel!”
But hey! What the hell! —
It makes it so easy to choose.

— D.N. O’Brien

Hail the Swedes

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Australian poet, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, No lock-down in Sweden, poem, poetry, Sweden's response to Covid-19

Hail the Swedes

Give them credit for they still have guts.
They chose freedom with no ifs or buts.
They refused to lock down
Any city or town.
We surrendered to cowards and nuts.

— D.N. O’Brien

In the Matter of Lives

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Australian poet, Black Lives Matter, BLM, Formal poetry, Irish persecution, Persecution of the Jews, poem, poetry, Russian serfdom, Slavery, Spenserian sonnet, Victimhood

𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬

And so the argument it goes like so:
That those whose ancestors were once enslaved
Now suffer for such deeds done long ago.
That on their psyches deeply are engraved,
In bitter words their hate for the depraved
Who bound their forebears up in ropes and chains.
And thus they suffer; all their lives they’ve braved,
Discrimination — seared into their brains
This feeling that they nurture — fact remains
An outcast, for the truth is hard and cold:
Man’s ownership of man the record stains —
In many ways were men once bought and sold.
But victimhood descendants may eschew —
The Irish peasant, Russian serf, the Jew.

— D.N. O’Brien

Occam’s Razor

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Australian poet, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, Occam's Razor, poem, poetry

𝐎𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐦’𝐬 𝐑𝐚𝐳𝐨𝐫

Theorize while I go take a nap.
Complicate what is simple — with pap.
My solution is cool,
For I have a sharp tool —
Occam’s razor will cut through your crap.

— D.N. O’Brien

Slip Slidin’ Away

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Australian poet, Logical fallacies, poem, poetry, Slippery slope, Triolet

𝐒𝐥𝐢𝐩 𝐒𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧’ 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐲

The “Slippery Slope” is not a fallacy.
The Left of course will say it is — they lie;
For any fair observer would agree,
The “Slippery Slope” is not a fallacy;
And those who are inclined to take the knee,
They make its slipperiness intensify.
The “Slippery Slope” is not a fallacy.
The Left of course will say it is — they lie.

— D.N. O’Brien

Anastasia

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Australian poet, Covid-19 lock-down, Formal poetry, Grand Duchess Anastasia Nikolaevna of Russia, poem, poetry, Queensland border closure, Queensland Premier Anastasia Palaszczuk, sonnet, Spenserian sonnet

𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐚

Some names should be reserved for only one;
And Anastasia is just such a name.
Her beauty blighted by the tyrant’s gun,
A legendary figure she became.
The forces of the Left of course to blame
For such a monstrous crime — a cruel blow.
Snuffed out, this brightly burning royal flame;
The flowers of youth buried beneath the snow —
Her and her kin all slaughtered by the foe.

Now what of this pretender on her throne?
This accidental leader of the low?
If she’s a heart, then it is made of stone.
A bat straight out of Hell now wears the label,
Of the Grand Duchess from a Russian fable.

— D.N. O’Brien

Queensland Premier Anastasia Palaszczuk stops father’s visit to terminally ill child

Strike One! — Yer Out!

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AFL players kneeling, Australian poet, Australian Rules Football, BLM kneeling, Kneeling during national anthem, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry, Sports teams kneeling

Strike One! — Yer Out!

Out onto the oval they prance,
In singlets and tiny tight pants.
Then down on their knees,
They bow to appease.
Best not give them a second chance.

—D.N. O’Brien

Domino Theory

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Australian poet, Australian traditional poetry, Belt and Road, Chinese aggression, Chinese expansionism, Chinese infiltration, Chinese spying, Domino Theory, Formal poetry, poem, poetry, Vietnam War

Domino Theory

The “Domino Theory”? — Man, that’s so old hat!
We Chinese know many ways to skin a cat.
No need to send armies — make deals! — we can buy
Left wing politicians in blink of an eye!
In Aussie, a target, we have Labor guys
On payroll — have also an army of spies!
We lease port of Darwin — these Aussies so dumb!
We gain naval access for miserly sum.
Take over Australia? It not very hard.
If they try to stop us we play racist card!
We’ll liberate shortly the folk in Hong Kong;
To Mao they’ll be bowing before very long!
And in South East Asia no need to wage war;
Our sneaky takeover those bozos ignore.
For we have a plan that we call “Belt and Road”.
(Means world domination in our secret code).
Yes “Domino Theory” is rubbish you dunce!
Now dominoes, they all fall over at once!

— D.N. O’Brien