𝗟𝗼𝗰𝗸-𝗗𝗼𝘄𝗻! 𝗢𝗿?

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Australian poet, poem, poetry, sonnet, Spenserian sonnet

𝗟𝗼𝗰𝗸-𝗗𝗼𝘄𝗻! 𝗢𝗿?

Lock-down! Raise up the drawbridge, bolt the doors!

A tiny army marches from the East!

We’re in for the most virulent of wars —

A million billion casualties at least!

This microscopic foe expects to feast

Upon the huddled masses of the West.

But we will stay locked-down till he has ceased

His dirty depredations — till this pest

Has gone back to the oriental nest

Whence he did spring. Behind our walls we’ll hide,

A great and noble sacrifice! A test!

A dreadful siege, an enemy defied!

Alternatively, live — ignore distortions;

Remembering to take all due precautions.

— D.N. O’Brien

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 “𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲!”

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Australian poet, Formal poetry, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry, Rise of China

𝐓𝐡𝐞  𝐆𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭  𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 “𝐇𝐨𝐰  𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐞  𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲!”

How dare the Chinese grow so strong!

Fe fi fo! Fe fi fo! Fe fong!

Diminutive race!

They should know their place!

China number one? That’s so wrong!

— D.N. O’Brien

𝐏𝐮𝐛 𝐒𝐮𝐛 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬

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AUKUS, Australian poet, Formal poetry, poem, poetry, U.S. and U.K. sell subs to Australia

𝐏𝐮𝐛  𝐒𝐮𝐛  𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬

An incontinent man with a second hand sub,

And a dwarf and a drongo, walked into a pub.

There three stools did they take, sat and breasted the bar,

And the man flashed the sub, said:”I’ve more in the car.”

Then the midget piped up:”I have new ones to sell!”

Said the drongo:”I’m sold! Wrap the old ones as well!”

Now the drongo we know is an Australian clown,

And the midget resembles a prune with a frown.

And then last but not least, the incontinent man

Having sold off some subs looks in vain for the can.

— D.N. O’Brien

𝐌𝐨𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞

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Australian poet, Formal poetry, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, Moby Dick, Nord Stream Pipeline, poem, poetry

𝐌𝐨𝐛𝐲  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞

The latest theory has been hatched,

Of how the pipeline was despatched:

That to keep the Krauts cold

Those damned Russians, we’re told,

Sent a whale with explosives attached.

— D.N. O’Brien

𝐏𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐧’𝐬 𝐎𝐛𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞

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Acts of War, Australian poet, Formal poetry, limerick, Limerick poem, Nord Stream Pipeline, poem, poetry, U.S. blows up Nord Stream2

𝐏𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐧’𝐬  𝐎𝐛𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬  𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞

“I can turn off those valves” Putin said,

“So no gas to the Germans is fed.

It’s the simplest of jobs —

Just a twist of some knobs;

But I’ll blow up our pipeline instead.”

— D.N. O’Brien

𝐖𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐯𝐞𝐝

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Australian poet, Eastern Front WW2, Formal poetry, poem, poetry, Russian Bear, Syrian Campaign ww2, WW2

𝐖𝐞  𝐁𝐞𝐝  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐑𝐞𝐝  𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐯𝐞𝐝

(At an Australian Field Hospital in the Lebanon, June ’41)

The wounded soldier on his bed

(He came quite close to being dead)

Lights with a flaring match a fag,

Then reads the headlines of the rag:

‘Of Russia We Must All Beware!’

‘We Cannot Trust the Russian Bear!’

Next morn the paper’s passed around,

And laughter is a frequent sound.

It seems the Reds have joined the war,

And on our side; the rag therefore

Now prints the headlines staid and wise:

‘Behold Our Glorious Allies!’

‘Great Holy Russia Joins Our Cause!’

So goes the course of paper wars.

— D.N. O’Brien

𝐔𝐤𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞’𝐬 𝐌𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬

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Australian poet, AZOV, Formal poetry, poem, poetry, Russo / Ukraine war, sonnet, Spenserian sonnet, Zelensky

𝐔𝐤𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞’𝐬  𝐌𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬

Pariah of the past, but now transformed

Into the sweetest state that one could find.

The neo-Nazi nation is reformed,

Unrecognizable, one of a kind;

AZOV atrocities left far behind.

Yes it’s a miracle, this new Ukraine —

It’s now by those who loathed it wined and dined!

It is a mystery, one racks one’s brain

To come up with a theory to explain

How such a lump of shit became a jewel.

A noble Abel where was once a Cain!

What’s more, its leader who once played the fool,

The idiot, the joker, and the queer,

Is now the shining knight who knows no fear.

— D.N. O’Brien

𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥

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Australian poet, Formal poetry, Nord Stream Pipeline, poem, poetry, Triolet, U.S. blows up Nordstream gas pipeline

𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥

The Swedes know who blew up the gas pipeline.

But who it was, the Swedes they cannot say.

But having dived into the Baltic brine,

The Swedes know who blew up the gas pipeline.

Of them spilling the beans there is no sign —

They’re hoping that it all just goes away.

The Swedes know who blew up the gas pipeline.

But who it was, the Swedes they cannot say.

— D.N. O’Brien

𝐎𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐓𝐰𝐚𝐭

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Australia Day Awards, Australian poet, Formal poetry, poem, poetry, Triolet

𝐎𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫  𝐨𝐟  𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐚  𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭  𝐓𝐰𝐚𝐭

Compliant twats are being decorated.

Each one will get a shiny piece of brass.

The devious, the fools, the overrated —

Compliant twats are being decorated.

For their collaboration compensated,

For blindly taking it right up the arse.

Compliant twats are being decorated.

Each one will get a shiny piece of brass.

— D.N. O’Brien

𝐆𝐚𝐬 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐭 𝐒𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞

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Australian poet, Formal poetry, Nord Stream Pipeline, poem, poetry, sonnet, Spenserian sonnet

𝐆𝐚𝐬  𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬  𝐏𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞  𝐭𝐨  𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐭  𝐒𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞

It seems the pipeline blew itself to bits.

The Baltic Sea is a depressing place.

The pipeline basically just got the shits

With lying on the bottom with the plaice —

Another day of boredom could not face.

The gas cramping its bowels it could not vent,

For as it did, from Russia more would race,

And thus the pipeline’s dire predicament.

And so by an explosion it was rent,

And all accused the Russians — well of course!

While silent lay the pipeline, torn and bent

And lifeless, ruptured by internal force.

The U.S. did it? What a load of rot!

Relief came from a self-inflicted shot.

— D.N. O’Brien