Brand New Biden

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

𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐁𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧

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

— D.N. O’Brien

Taken

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Australian traditional poetry, poem, poetry

𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧

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

— D.N. O’Brien

California Scheming

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

𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐚 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠

The two slugged it out toe to toe.
Trump’s margin continued to grow.
But I have to warn ya,
Then came California,
Where even the dead voted “Joe”.

— D.N. O’Brien

Dominion Over All

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

𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐥𝐥

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.
(That’s provided you put up the cash)
And there won’t be a trace — not a clue
Left behind — it’s so easy to do.
They may wonder — 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.

— D.N. O’Brien

Hungary’s Right

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

𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲’𝐬 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

The scourge of Islam Hungary well knows;
So Allah’s followers it will not take —
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 won’t shake
Hungarian resolve — they know the smell
Of centralized control only too well.
They’ve learned from history — they know their past —
The cruel oppression after Buda fell.
They gaze on Germany and France aghast.
Hungarians won’t sacrifice their pride;
For it too many patriots have died.

— D.N. O’Brien

The Great Weakening

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

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

No longer are you brave and bold.
The ash of your courage is cold.
“Have mercy!” you ask
From behind your mask.
Just shut up and do as you’re told!

— D.N. O’Brien

𝐀𝐧 (𝐈𝐧𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞) 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐥

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Australian poet, Covid vaccine, poem, poetry, Triolet

𝐀𝐧 (𝐈𝐧𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞) 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐥

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

— D.N. O’Brien

Russian Roulette

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

𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞

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

— D.N. O’Brien

𝐀 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐀𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐧’𝐬 𝐎𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐲

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Australian poet, poem, poetry, sonnet

𝐀 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐀𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐧’𝐬 𝐎𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐲

We ancient Greeks invented this? — not so!”
The wise Athenian, he shakes his head:
“It seems your sense of the absurd has fled —
This wasn’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 — we thus were led
By men of note. The lowest of the low
Your fake “democracy” 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 —
Some things don’t change — a lie is still a lie.”

— D.N. O’Brien

Boxes

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

𝐁𝐨𝐱𝐞𝐬

Kamala is a girl — I’m sure of that.
Unlike Michelle, who’s possibly a bloke.
And she’s presentable — the girl’s no bat,
And obviously she is super-woke.
But consequently she can’t take a joke
Unless it is devoid of all offence.
She’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).
She’s way way left — this darling of the dense,
The Bolsheviks, the bitter, and the bent.
Sure, she’s a fraud but when all’s said and done,
Kamala ticks the boxes — every one.

— D.N. O’Brien