01 Thursday Sep 2016
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Australian poet, australian poetry, Australian traditional poetry, imaginary mental illnesses, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry, Welfare mentality, Welfare State
He’s suffering post-trauma tension;
A syndrome too common to mention.
His head is a mess;
My prescription for stress
Is counselling, pills……and a pension.
14 Monday Mar 2016
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Australian poet, australian poetry, Australian traditional poetry, Clash of cultures, Ethnic violence, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, Media self-censorship, Melbourne gang violence, poem, poetry
On the news, this gang violence we see.
Sure it’s scary, it’s bad – all agree,
And our eyes they don’t lie,
As we watch – wonder why
There’s no mention of ethnicity.
13 Sunday Mar 2016
So in just two generations
One of history’s great nations,
Home of booming capitalism,
Has succumbed to socialism
With its lack of enterprise,
Its stagnation and its lies.
Rest in peace, this King of Nations;
To its foes – congratulations.
16 Tuesday Feb 2016
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australian poetry, Formal poetry, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, Low journalistic standards, poem, poetry
Journalism today? – sure it sickens,
But look at the schools – the plot thickens.
When students can’t spell –
Does that augur well?
Returning to roost are the chickens.
12 Saturday Dec 2015
It’s been several decades but now
I’m back into pop music – wow!
The quality’s soared;
Why have I ignored
This art? – Miley, please take a bow.
04 Friday Dec 2015
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A terrorist, you’d water-board?
Your depravity must be abhorred.
You’d to torture subject them?
They’ve rights! – we’d protect them.
And fools bare their necks to the sword.
08 Sunday Nov 2015
I began with a cut from the feet,
Then I savoured the leg and rump meat;
Had some tender rolled breast,
But the ribs were the best,
Though the shoulder and round were a treat.
05 Thursday Nov 2015
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Straight women? – no they don’t exist,
So that was a gay girl you kissed.
All right, I know mate;
You thought she was straight –
Her gay lips you couldn’t resist.
06 Sunday Sep 2015
When first from a war-zone you flee
To safety, you’re a refugee.
But if from that safe place
Through borders you race,
An invader is what you will be.
30 Sunday Aug 2015
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Where could all those Chinese subs be?
They aren’t on the land, all agree.
And they’re not in the air;
We have looked everywhere,
Except of course – under the sea.
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