29 Wednesday Mar 2017
Posted in Sad Stories, Satire
Tags
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)
07 Thursday May 2015
Posted in Sad Stories
I’m noticing lots of weight gains,
And so I am using my brains:
Their hunger they’re sating;
They’ll need elevating;
I’m putting my money in cranes.
01 Wednesday Apr 2015
Posted in Sad Stories, Satire
The poor guy was born with no date.
A nasty uncomfortable fate.
So he needs to find
What’s missing behind;
I’m sure she would fit – so use Kate.
man-born-with-no-anus-reports-katie-hopkins-to-police-for-disrespecting-his-bottom
09 Monday Mar 2015
Posted in Sad Stories
He said:”I’m a man, not a mouse!
I wish to take you for my spouse!”
“Oh yes please!” said she.
Elated, then he
Proceeded to burn down the house.
Man-proposes-girlfriend-accidentally-burns-house-cooking-celebratory-breakfast
