Hit the road Jac!

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Australian poet, Jacinda Ardern New Zealand Prime Minister, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry

𝐇𝐢𝐭  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝  𝐉𝐚𝐜!

She’s fallen — farewell Kiwi sister.

Goodbye, have her faithful fans kissed her.

She’d bit off far more

Than her impressive jaw

Could chew — so adieu communista.

— D.N. O’Brien

𝐀 𝐄𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐧’𝐬 𝐕𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐚 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

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Australian poet, Australian traditional poetry, poem, poetry

𝐀 𝐄𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐧’𝐬 𝐕𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐚 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

The Russians supply us with great gobs of gas,

But we’ll tell the Ivans: “Stick it up your ass!”

We’ve got solar panels and wind-power too.

We’ll have electricity up the kazoo!

The Russians will starve and the ruble will tank.

(We’ve got our American allies to thank!)

Damn! Here comes the winter — it’s getting quite cold.

(The Chinese and Russians are buying up gold)

Our windmills aren’t turning, and grey is the sky!

The lights are not working and no one knows why.

The Russians are flogging their gas to the East.

The ruble by huge leaps and bounds has increased.

The temperature now drops to minus degrees.

If it gets much lower than we will all freeze,

But not so the Russians, they’re happy and warm.

I look out the window — we’re in for a storm,

A snow-storm that is, well I’m hungry and tired,

The sanctions, I’m starting to think, have backfired.

— D.N. O’Brien

World War Zero

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Australian poet, Australian traditional poetry, Crimean War, Formal poetry, poem, poetry, Triolet, World War Zero

(“The Crimean War is one of the bad jokes of history.” – Philip Guedalla)

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝  𝐖𝐚𝐫  𝐙𝐞𝐫𝐨

The Ottoman Empire is in decline —

Six hundred thousand men prepare to die.

In Europe noble relatives sip wine —

The Ottoman Empire is in decline.

The nobles fear the Russians wish to dine

On Turkey — they’ll wage war on Nicolai.

The Ottoman Empire is in decline —

Six hundred thousand men prepare to die.

— D.N. O’Brien

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐭 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡

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Australian poet, Covid madness, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐭 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡

Keep us in strict isolation,

And block skeptical information.

Close our borders — lock tight!

But don’t turn out the light!

For we are the terrified nation.

— D.N. O’Brien

Climate of Fear

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Australian poet, Climate change gravy train, Climate Change Scam, epigram, Formal poetry, Man-made climate change, poem, poetry

𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞  𝐨𝐟  𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐫

Man-made climate change is weird

For it one cannot measure;

But for so long as it is feared

 Amassed will be much treasure.

— D.N. O’Brien

Geriatric Geezer Galvanizes Gaza Goons

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Democrat support for Palestine, Hamas, Israel, Joe Biden, limerick, limerick poems, poem, poetry, Rocket attacks

𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜  𝐆𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐫  𝐆𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐬  𝐆𝐚𝐳𝐚  𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐬!  

Their rockets rain down on Israel,

As Biden, their hero, they hail.

All gains blown to bits

By Democrat shits —

The Donald’s peace train they derail.

— D.N. O’Brien

Intensifying Peacefulness

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Defund the police, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry

Intensifying Peacefulness

As saintly protesters increase,

Diffused is the perfume of peace.

They’re such gentle souls,

With such peaceful goals.

Including “Defund the Police!”

— D.N. O’Brien

Budget ’21

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Australian budget 2021, Government waste, Gravy train, limerick, Limerick poem, poem, poetry, vote buying

𝐁𝐮𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐭  ‘𝟐𝟏

Once a year does the gravy train stop,

For its troughs to be filled to the top.

Then the pigs climb aboard

As the last pint is poured,

And they bury their snouts in the slop.

— D.N. O’Brien

Demented Democracy?

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democracy, poem, poetry, sonnet, Spenserian sonnet

𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐲?

Democracy, a system often praised,

Assumes that those who vote are mostly sane.

But what if more than half of them are crazed?

Thus less than half, the sane ones that remain.

To whom would this minority complain?

To those who are elected by the ill?

What would such evil actors have to gain

By bending to a far-outnumbered will?

Democracy is not so hard to kill —

It dies, then comes a sick one party state.

The nation could be governed by a dill

To whom the crazy voters could relate —

Perhaps an old guy half way round the twist;

Could such a possibility exist?

— D.N. O’Brien

Blowing Bitcoin Bubbles

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Bitcoin, Bitcoin bubble, gambling, poem, poetry, the Cloud

Blowing Bitcoin Bubbles

I bought a bitcoin. (So I’m told)

It’s far more valuable than gold.

I thought it would arrive by post,

But now, it seems, it’s like a ghost.

Instead of being out and proud,

It hides from sight within the cloud.

I thought it was a coin I’d bought,

But it’s as solid as a thought.

Its value had increased tenfold

But then it dived. (Should I have sold?)

No, I will wait for a rebound.

I’ll bet my strategy is sound.

No matter what turmoil or trouble,

Nothing can burst the bitcoin bubble.

— D.N. O’Brien