The Greek economic woes,
Are worse than the ECB knows,
With expanding inflation,*
And a rioting nation,
A default is what we suppose!
*Denotes the knowledge on behalf of the author that the main inflationary pressure is not monetary but fiscal (raised austerity VAT).
Literary toys that leap into my head. I will try to post everyday so, needless to say, the quality of posts will vary substantially. Constructive criticism is much appreciated.
Friday, 11 November 2011
Thursday, 10 November 2011
Limerick Letter #2
Dear Member of Parliament X,
You keep having scandalous sex,
I just wouldn’t mind,
But you leave me behind!
Love, Your Wife (Soon to be ex…)
Wednesday, 9 November 2011
Limerick Letter #1
Dear Vicar, I’ve no faith in God,
For the concept’s exceedingly odd.
An omnipotent deity,
For the concept’s exceedingly odd.
An omnipotent deity,
Who hides from the laity?
Signed, An existentially miserable sod.
Sunday, 1 May 2011
Brave Little Edward
Brave little Edward died today,
As he cheered for the first of May,
His heart, it burst, from too much joy,
Like a broken spring in a wind-up toy.
Friday, 18 March 2011
Young Lucy
Young Lucy attended a school,
So she wouldn't be thought of a fool,
But so stupid was she,
She failed her degree,
Though at least now she doesn't drool...
Wednesday, 16 March 2011
Tuesday, 15 March 2011
Monday, 14 March 2011
Toast
I eat my toast with butter,
Far better that than dry,
And others who may mutter,
I tell them not to pry.
Sunday, 13 March 2011
The Stage
The stage cried to the darkness,
“Oh, whither is the show,
There was a pretty ballerina,
That I did come to know,
The feeling of her footfalls,
The light upon her hair,
The grace of every movement,
For she was very fair.”
The darkness chuckled at the stage,
“She is long gone,” he said,
“Performing in some other shows,
On other stages does she tread,
Forget her and forget her show,
For others will perform,
King Lear is next, just think of it,
You host a powerful storm!”
“I'm sorry my friend,” the stage replied,
“But I no longer like that play,
And still I wish my ballerina,
Had never gone away...”
Saturday, 12 March 2011
The Goblin King
The Goblin King sits on his throne,
Whipping his slaves as they moan and groan,
Wine he quaffs from a human skull,
(Hopefully it was from someone dull),
He sucks on snails and he chews on slugs,
By his hand is a turtle shell full of bugs,
He smacks and belches, burps with a fart,
Even chews his food with his lips far apart,
A despicable creature, this loathsome beast,
He eats five children in a single feast.
Friday, 11 March 2011
The Goblin Gang
Many Goblins stalk the Earth,
Frightening children for all they're worth,
Creeping near them in the dark,
Frightening them with howl and bark,
Grotesque they look, both short and fat,
With greasy hair like a kitchen mat,
Warts and pimples cover their skin,
With a stench far worse than a rubbish bin,
Their laugh is high and long and wild,
In the dark it frightens many a child,
Their mouths are twisted in a constant sneer,
A contemptuous grin for inspiring fear,
At night they seek to capture you,
Each member of this hellish crew,
There's Tumblebum, with fearsome claws,
And a mournful cry like an old jackdaw's,
Applerot has quite the smell,
In laundry baskets does she dwell,
Old Black-eyed-Bill with eyes of jet,
He will cover you in a hempen net,
Rapierlad has a long sharp sword,
And ties up children with a woven cord,
But worst of all is Tom-Tuck-Pack,
Who gathers up children in a hessian sack,
Many more are in this Goblin band,
Who whisk off children to the Goblin land,
The Goblin land that's far below,
And we above can never know,
What ever happens to the kids they bring,
No one knows that but the Goblin King...
Thursday, 10 March 2011
Wednesday, 9 March 2011
A Cat's Life Part #3
This window ledge is narrow,
It really is quite hard,
Still, it lets me watch that sparrow,
Feeding boldly in my yard.
Tuesday, 8 March 2011
A Cat's Life Part #2
My servant is a person,
Whose service is a blight,
And though it couldn't worsen,
He keeps me warm at night.
Monday, 7 March 2011
A Cat's Life Part #1
Ponder the twitch of a tail,
The way it snakes and flaps,
It must be caught without fail,
Between each one of my naps.
Sunday, 6 March 2011
The Oboe
The oboe sounds like a loon,
Singing its song to the moon,
It keeps perfect time,
With good tone, in its prime,
What a shame that it's never in tune...
Saturday, 5 March 2011
Drunken Philosophy
A drunken young blond girl named Pam,
Has failed her final exam,
For she wrote on Descartes,
Instead of on Sartre,
I drink therefore I am!
Friday, 4 March 2011
Obesity
There once was a man so obese,
His circumference just couldn't increase,
But he kept eating creams,
'Til he burst at the seams,
And was cleaned up piece by piece.
Thursday, 3 March 2011
Debating Haiku
A little something for my friends who debate. Apologies for the foul language...
We spoke well all day.
We made it to a break room.
Where's the damn tab?
We spoke well all day.
We made it to a break room.
Where's the damn tab?
Wednesday, 2 March 2011
A Penguin Named Phil
There was a funny old thing about a penguin named Phil,
Of small silver fishes he could never eat his fill,
He had them for breakfast, elevenses, and lunch,
And even for dinner, tea, supper, and brunch,
'Til one day he found to his deepest dismay,
There were no more fishes to be caught in the bay!
Tuesday, 1 March 2011
Monday, 28 February 2011
Cat Limerick #2
My cat stretches out by the fire,
With a shamelessness I quite admire,
For he never must work,
In life, what a perk!
Yet those twelve hour naps make him tire...
Sunday, 27 February 2011
Childhood
The problem with being a child,
Is you're assumed to be sweet and mild,
When in actual fact,
You lack all tact,
And tend towards the wild.
Saturday, 26 February 2011
University
A University, you see,
Has never been what it ought to be,
It ought to be a place of thought,
Where serious students are nurtured and taught,
Instead it is a place to get drunk,
And wake up in someone else's bunk!
Friday, 25 February 2011
Dave and Carol
Dave and Carol lived down the street,
And their whole life was prim and neat,
Their marriage went without a fuss,
'Til Dave pushed Carol under a bus.
Thursday, 24 February 2011
Cat Limerick #1
The feline with consummate ease,
Leaps from the ground to my knees,
He kneads and he claws,
With his delicate paws,
Before walking away a tease!
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