Suicide is Painless (for some)

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Australian poet, Jeffrey Epstein suicide, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry

Suicide is Painless (for some)

I doubt that the guy was in pain.
Though nasty, it seems he was sane.
But he knew lots of dirt —
Powerful creeps he could hurt.
Sure — Epstein by Epstein was slain.

— D.N. O’Brien

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The Fem — Trans Wars

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Australian poet, Feminists, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry, Transsexuals

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐞𝐦 – 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐬

The crazies are bashing each other;
Each feminine dad and butch mother.
It’s rather ironic
In these days demonic —
Your sister may well be your brother;

Your mother may well be your Pa,
And Pappy may be old Grandma.
The feminists even
Say Trans are deceivin’;
It’s all gone a little too far.

— D.N. O’Brien

B Grade Only

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Alpha males, Australian poet, Beta males, discrimination, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry

B Grade Only

We’re taking no real men – here’s why:
We value the sensitive guy,
Who won’t look or touch.
We thank you so much,
But no alpha males need apply.

— D.N. O’Brien

CeCe Senor

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Australian poet, CeCe Telfer, Craig Telfer, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry

𝐂𝐞𝐂𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐫

At first I thought they were just jokin’,
But female athletes are heartbroken.
They’re cryin’, not grinnin’ —
If she keeps on winnin’,
Their records are sure to be broken.

— D.N. O’Brien

CeCe wins

Climbing Mount Insanity

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Australian poet, Decline of the West, Formal poetry, Insane Australian policies, poem, poetry, Political Correctness, Radical socialism, sonnet, Spenserian sonnet, Western self-destruction

Climbing Mount Insanity

Australia struggles on towards the peak.
A peak that with each minute seems to grow
Still higher, ever higher, as the weak
Cheer on the mountaineer, from down below.
Australia scrambles; never does it slow
Its maniacal climb towards the height;
While all that once was high is brought down low,
And all that once was wrong now must be right.
Australia strives so all may see the light
Shine down on them from high insanity,
But for an instant, before endless night
Descends upon their foolish vanity.
And should one day it scale that mountain tall,
Then on its long descent — then it will fall.

— D.N. O’Brien

The rise and rise of the insane left

The Sonneteer!

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Australian poet, poem, poetry, sonnet, sonneteer, Spenserian sonnet

Trigger Warning!

{I have, with some trepidation, published the following rather rude and insensitive sonnet due to the persistent urging of the author — an unfortunate and somewhat misguided acquaintance who refers to himself as “The Sonneteer”. This anti-social but arguably talented individual has been banned from all online platforms and I realize that I am taking a risk here in publishing his work, but feel it is my duty as a passionate supporter of free speech to give him a voice. I must, however, state very clearly that I do not necessarily condone the graphic language used nor the sentiments expressed by “The Sonneteer” and have warned him that while I wish to support him, the possibility of my posting any of his works (sonnets no doubt) in future will require a reasonable toning down of such profanity.}

The Sonneteer!

Come, sing high praises to the sonneteer!
And damn to Hades all those worn-out crocks —
Those fiends who’d mock him, and his good name smear.
Upon their houses and their heads a pox!
On them, from high, descend a rain of rocks!
And let them burn in Hell for wicked words!
The sonneteer knows well the knave who knocks
His works — he knows the smell of stinking turds
Of cawing crows and vultures — bitter birds
Who feast on carrion and call it art.
The sonneteer, his loins with courage girds,
And in the faces of such fools does fart!
He voids the moist miasma of his bowels
Unto the lungs of such fine-feathered fowls.

© The Sonneteer, 2019

Muellerisms

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Australian poet, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry, Robert Mueller

Muellerisms

Bob’s Brain Burst

Mueller, I thought was the biz;
He must be a wizard — a whiz.
I listened and figured
This guy’s brain is jiggered!
I doubt that he knows who Trump is.

Bob’s Helping Hands

Listen up guys — give Mueller a break.
He’s under control for God’s sake.
He did quite okay,
Those pills saved the day —
At times he was almost awake.

Bob’s Day(s) off

Ring Mueller and tell him to stay
At home, he’s not needed today.
Oh sure he’s the boss
But he’s not worth a toss —
The old fart just gets in the way.

— D.N. O’Brien

Muddled Mueller

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Australian poet, couplets, poem, poetry, Rhyming couplets, Robert Mueller

Muddled Mueller

Well Mueller has opened his mouth,
And Democrat hopes have gone south.

— D.N. O’Brien

Paddles Ardern RIP

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Australian poet, Jacinda Ardern New Zealand Prime Minister, Paddles Ardern, poem, poetry

𝐏𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐑𝐈𝐏

Paddles, alas is no more,
And that is his hide on the floor.
The mouser and ratter
Is now somewhat flatter.
Road safety, cats shouldn’t ignore.

— D.N. O’Brien

Paddles run over by neighbour’s car

Donald the Amateur Politician

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Australian poet, Donald Trump, poem, poetry, Trump hits 50% approval

𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐮𝐫 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧

The Donald appeals to just half —
The ones who at satire can laugh.
But 50% still aren’t buyers —
Preferring professional liars.

— D.N. O’Brien