Lawyers and Liars

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Ambulance chasing lawyers, Australian poet, Formal poetry, Lawyers, Litigation, poem, poetry, Solicitors, Something for nothing, Victim mentality

If your bank account is dipping
In the red, then just try slipping
In a supermarket shopping
(Where there’s always something dropping
and they haven’t started mopping)
And just lying there and groaning,
Clutching at your leg and moaning,
Then off to the lawyers limping
(For they specialize in pimping).
Pretty soon you will be suing
And your bank account accruing
Money that you weren’t deserving,
But then lawyers are self-serving –
They don’t care that you’re a liar,
You’re a victim – they’re for hire.

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It’s Generally True

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Australian poet, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry

It’s Generally True

“Generally, snakes tend to bite.
Generally, thieves thieve at night.”
“You’re considered wise?
You generalize!”
“Generally speaking you’re right.”

Awareness Raised

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Australian poet, Awareness campaigns, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry

Awareness Raised

Is this all intended to scare?
I’m seeing their signs everywhere!
They are pushing their cause;
It’s not working because,
Of their motives I’m now well aware.

A Gulag Holiday!

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Aleksandr Isayevich Solzhenitsyn, Australian poet, Deaths in the Gulags, Formal poetry, poem, poetry, Siberia, sonnet, Soviet Union, Soviet Union political prisoners, Spenserian sonnet, The Gulag Archipelago, Trans rights campaigners at Goldsmiths University

A Gulag Holiday!

The Gulags were quite pleasant really, so,
How did A. Solzhenitsyn get it wrong?
The inmates used to frolic in the snow!
They’d celebrate each day with dance and song!
They’d dine on gruel and grilled rats, and grow strong!
Siberia was just the place to be.
Ten years (on average) wasn’t very long –
You got an education – and for free!
But Solzhenitsyn? Not his cup of tea.
Some Russian writers were so hard to please.
Recalcitrants would even try to flee;
But in Siberia you tend to freeze
Out in the open; but, spoilsports were rare.
Most happy campers wish they were still there.

Soviet Gulags were compassionate

Banished!

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Alex Jones, Australian poet, Formal poetry, Infowars, poem, poetry, Radical Left, Social media banning of conservatives, Social media censorship, Socialism, sonnet, Spenserian sonnet

Banished!

He disagrees with our most sacred views.
He has millions of followers it’s said.
He claims that we’re conveyors of fake news.
(That’s news? We after all share the same bed!)
By poor misguided people he is read.
It would be best if he would disappear.
A snake will die if you cut off its head;
A body minus fangs one needn’t fear.
Of course his friends and followers will jeer.
They’ll no doubt say that we have been unkind;
But it’s a leftward course that we must steer,
And to the left must turn each fragile mind.
He must be silenced, lest some be beguiled
By his damned facts – do we agree? – Exiled!

High School Daze

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Australian poet, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry

High School Daze

At high school no touching occurred.
And nobody said a bad word.
No boy and girl kissed.
I’ll add to that list –
That no student there ever erred.

Obscurity Becomes Him

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Australian poet, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, Obscure writers, poem, poetry

Obscurity Becomes Him

“I’ve read your works – I think manure
Has more substance – your stuff is pure
Corruption – it’s awful!
It should be unlawful!”
“Could that be why I’m so obscure?”

Madness

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Australian poet, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, Mass insanity, poem, poetry, Political insanity, The Madness of Crowds

Madness

It’s midnight, so strike up the band!
Play for us, “Insanity land”!
Don’t stop until noon,
Then change to the tune,
“A house that’s divided can’t stand”!

Madness

The Last Nominee

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Australian poet, Brett Kavanaugh, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry, Supreme Court of the United States

The Last Nominee

We are pretty sure this judge is clean.
Though to take up the post he’s not keen.
For he fears some will lie,
And his name crucify.
He is Jesus – the just Nazarene.

A Frolicking Accusation!

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Attempted rape accusations, Australian poet, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry

A Frolicking Accusation!

The accuser, Ms X, has just said:
“We frolicked around on the bed….
I seem to remember…..
In ’60…….December….”
You frolicked! Oh man, you’re so dead!