There once was a man they called Ted His State Leader made his face turn bright red He stayed home in dismay - He had so much to say But he was masked up and silenced instead.
Limerick XXIII
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Limerick XXII
There was an adventurous fellow called Willy He hiked a mountain he felt way too hilly He got to the top Thought; shit, what a drop What an old silly-billy was Willy
Limerick XXI
Militants have a mindset they follow There is one truth – opinion is hollow Newspeak* is the way Free thought so passé In their own limited language they wallow *In George Orwell's dystopian novel Nineteen Eighty-Four Newspeak was the fictional language used by the ruling party to limit freedom of thought. It is now recognised … Continue reading Limerick XXI
Limerick XX
Colour – it’s time to reflect On what defines us and the goals that we set Apartheid once ruled ‘Baasskap’* was the tool We are better, much better, than that *'Baasskap' was the Afrikaans term used to describe white supremacy in South Africa during Apartheid rule.
Limerick XIX
She gave a press conference on broadcast TV She checked the journos to make sure they could see The look on her face Faking compassion and grace Oh how self-righteous our leaders can be
Limerick XVIII
There's a virus - they call it Corona It creates panic all the world over The shelves - they are bare No toilet paper to spare So we wipe our bum on whatever's left over
Limerick XVII
There once was an LGBTQ called Tom Who had nothing to wear to the prom It’s gotta be red I’ll wear Bonnie’s instead (Oh was he chuffed once he got her dress on)
Limerick XVI
There was a young lad they called Murray A church-boy from a hilltop in Surrey He looked up at the spire Saw it was on fire And he ran out in one hell of a hurry
Limerick XV
An old lady turned one hundred and three Good for her age although she couldn’t see We drank for good cheer (She had one for each year) Ending up under the table with me
Limerick XIV
I walked through the Pearly Gates leading to Heaven I’d reached the ripe old age of Eighty-Seven I said; Pete; I want my wife I would have kept my old life If I’d known I’d be bunking with my damn neighbour Kevin
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