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Monthly Archives: November 2020

Brand New Biden

30 Monday Nov 2020

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in Satire

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Australian poet, Cloning, Joe Biden breaks foot, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry

๐๐ซ๐š๐ง๐ ๐๐ž๐ฐ ๐๐ข๐๐ž๐ง

His foot? No! The world needs to know,
Theyโ€™re busy right now cloning Joe.
Taking cells from his brain,
(Of the few that remain)
His tonsils, his tush, and his toe.

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

Taken

29 Sunday Nov 2020

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in General

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Australian traditional poetry, poem, poetry

๐“๐š๐ค๐ž๐ง

Oh pretty girl, now you grow old,
As does the boy who caught your eye.
But you were taken โ€” bound with gold,
And who would break the seal? Not I.

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

California Scheming

25 Wednesday Nov 2020

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in Satire

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Australian poet, California voters, Joe Biden, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry, Popular vote, U.S. Presidential Election 2020

๐‚๐š๐ฅ๐ข๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐š ๐’๐œ๐ก๐ž๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ 

The two slugged it out toe to toe.
Trumpโ€™s margin continued to grow.
But I have to warn ya,
Then came California,
Where even the dead voted โ€œJoeโ€.

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

Dominion Over All

24 Tuesday Nov 2020

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in Satire, Sonnet

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Australian poet, Dominion voting machines, poem, poetry, sonnet

๐ƒ๐จ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐Ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐€๐ฅ๐ฅ

It can flip any one to a zero,
Or a zero to one in a flash.
It can give a close win to your hero,
While the loser, his hopes it can dash.
A big lead? That is easy to slash!
We have code that can do that for you.
(Thatโ€™s provided you put up the cash)
And there wonโ€™t be a trace โ€” not a clue
Left behind โ€” itโ€™s so easy to do.
They may wonder โ€” they may scratch their heads.
They may call for an inquiry too.
But you may all sleep safe in your beds,
For the evidence will all be wiped.
The election of course will be swiped.

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

Hungary’s Right

22 Sunday Nov 2020

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in Observation, Sonnet

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Australian poet, Hungarian ban on Islamic immigrants, Hungary, Hungary under Islam, Islamic infiltration, islamic Terrorism, Islamization, poem, poetry, sonnet, Spenserian sonnet

๐‡๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐š๐ซ๐ฒโ€™๐ฌ ๐‘๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ

The scourge of Islam Hungary well knows;
So Allahโ€™s followers it will not take โ€”
That river of humanity that flows
Into the European poisoned lake.
The freedom of its citizens at stake,
It tells the Western fools to go to Hell.
That their veiled threats and posturing wonโ€™t shake
Hungarian resolve โ€” they know the smell
Of centralized control only too well.
Theyโ€™ve learned from history โ€” they know their past โ€”
The cruel oppression after Buda fell.
They gaze on Germany and France aghast.
Hungarians wonโ€™t sacrifice their pride;
For it too many patriots have died.

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

The Great Weakening

20 Friday Nov 2020

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Australian poet, Covid-19 lock-down, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, Mandatory mask-wearing, poem, poetry

๐“๐ก๐ž ๐†๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ญ ๐–๐ž๐š๐ค๐ž๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ 

No longer are you brave and bold.
The ash of your courage is cold.
โ€œHave mercy!โ€ you ask
From behind your mask.
Just shut up and do as youโ€™re told!

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

๐€๐ง (๐ˆ๐ง๐ฃ๐ž๐œ๐ญ๐š๐›๐ฅ๐ž) ๐’๐จ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐’๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐•๐š๐œ๐œ๐ข๐ง๐ž ๐…๐š๐ข๐ฅ

18 Wednesday Nov 2020

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Australian poet, Covid vaccine, poem, poetry, Triolet

๐€๐ง (๐ˆ๐ง๐ฃ๐ž๐œ๐ญ๐š๐›๐ฅ๐ž) ๐’๐จ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐’๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐•๐š๐œ๐œ๐ข๐ง๐ž ๐…๐š๐ข๐ฅ

It seems a shot of water may suffice โ€”
Immunity of the placebo kind.
According to our medical advice,
It seems a shot of water may suffice.
And to be sure, weโ€™ll give it to them twice;
And then observe the power of the mind.
It seems a shot of water may suffice โ€”
Immunity of the placebo kind.

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

Russian Roulette

16 Monday Nov 2020

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Australian poet, Covid -19 vaccine, poem, poetry, Sputnik V vaccine

๐‘๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐š๐ง ๐‘๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ž๐ญ๐ญ๐ž

We Russians have come up with a vaccine
Named Sputnik V โ€” weโ€™ll launch it in the spring!
The greatest feat of science the world has seen!
We Russians have come up with a vaccine โ€”
(Just be aware it may explode your spleen,
Your brain, your bladder โ€” organs in between)
Yes Russians, raise your voices โ€” proudly sing:
We Russians have come up with a vaccine
Named Sputnik V โ€” weโ€™ll launch it in the spring!

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

๐€ ๐‘๐ž๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ซ๐ž๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐€๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ง๐ข๐š๐งโ€™๐ฌ ๐Ž๐ฉ๐ข๐ง๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐Œ๐จ๐๐ž๐ซ๐ง ๐ƒ๐ž๐ฆ๐จ๐œ๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ฒ

12 Thursday Nov 2020

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in Observation, Sonnet

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Australian poet, poem, poetry, sonnet

๐€ ๐‘๐ž๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ซ๐ž๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐€๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ง๐ข๐š๐งโ€™๐ฌ ๐Ž๐ฉ๐ข๐ง๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐Œ๐จ๐๐ž๐ซ๐ง ๐ƒ๐ž๐ฆ๐จ๐œ๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ฒ

We ancient Greeks invented this? โ€” not so!โ€
The wise Athenian, he shakes his head:
โ€œIt seems your sense of the absurd has fled โ€”
This wasnโ€™t what we had so long ago!
Not even close! One draws a lengthy bow
To say that it resembles ours. Well-read
Free-thinking men cast votes โ€” we thus were led
By men of note. The lowest of the low
Your fake โ€œdemocracyโ€ brings to the fore.
You give the vote to all, then wonder why
Fools are elected and your freedoms die.
God help you when the stronger states wage war.
Two thousand years and more have now gone by โ€”
Some things donโ€™t change โ€” a lie is still a lie.โ€

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

Boxes

09 Monday Nov 2020

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in Satire, Sonnet

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Australian poet, Joe Biden, Kamala Harris, poem, poetry, sonnet, Spenserian sonnet

๐๐จ๐ฑ๐ž๐ฌ

Kamala is a girl โ€” Iโ€™m sure of that.
Unlike Michelle, whoโ€™s possibly a bloke.
And sheโ€™s presentable โ€” the girlโ€™s no bat,
And obviously she is super-woke.
But consequently she canโ€™t take a joke
Unless it is devoid of all offence.
Sheโ€™ll be POTUS when Joe decides to croak;
And being kind of black, will beat Mike Pence
Next time around. She has no common sense,
But has Indian blood (sub-continent).
Sheโ€™s way way left โ€” this darling of the dense,
The Bolsheviks, the bitter, and the bent.
Sure, sheโ€™s a fraud but when allโ€™s said and done,
Kamala ticks the boxes โ€” every one.

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

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