In a fight between Donald and Putin
There’s just one for who I’d be rooting
with his oiled up bare chest
versus Don is soiled vest
my money’s on Vlad, no disputing
Why not eh. Been a while.
In a fight between Donald and Putin
There’s just one for who I’d be rooting
with his oiled up bare chest
versus Don is soiled vest
my money’s on Vlad, no disputing
You’d think I would be bored of these by now. Nope 🙂
The man who would make your wife wet
Is now stealing your free internet
then he’ll fire FBI
and hide every lie
and be crowned the greatest POTUS yet
I feel like I should be throwing rocks at something but all I muster is a bloody limerick
Wicked Donald presides from his perch
Leaves his country alas in the lurch
Muslims, gays, blacks will feel
Twitter wrath, don’t you kneel
But its fine if you gun down a church
Should you like young kids like his pal Ron
Fill your boots cos he says that’s not wrong
and hell grab your wife’s V
cos he likes it you see
and he’ll have Ivanka’s before long
Then his wall he will build and what’s more
Taking health care away from the poor
The right wing he’ll embrace
And he sees no disgrace
giving tax breaks to friends all the more
So fake news will not slow his progress
As America sinks but I guess
the whole world cannot cry
cos we idly stand by
But that’s life, well done us, what a mess
Just a few limericks thrown together whilst I was having my lunch today. Chicken salad, was quite good.
This occurred to me earlier and made me chuckle.
Theres your POTUS, loves grabbing vagina
now insists Roys a good man, none finer
seems he’s rather quite keen
of young girls of fourteen
doesn’t matter to him, loves a minor
Just a thought, you know, a bit of advice…
How I wonder if you ever thought
Of the lessons your parents once taught
To be good kind and sweet
To the people you meet
stead of showering in piss, water sport
You’d think Donald would give you an endless source of things to write about right?
If you’ve read me for more than a day or two you know I like to write limericks about Donald trump. Yes I know he’s an easy target, but he provides such wonderful content that I cannot but want to.
Sadly though, it is getting harder and harder to do so. Before I have had chance to write about something the orange baby has done he goes and does something else even more ludicrous.
He recently managed to be quite awful to a war widow expressing that her husband had ‘Known what he was signing up for’ when he joined the military. Bad enough, but then he goes onto one of his stubby fingered twitter assaults to dispute the claims. “Okay” I am thinking, “I can perhaps wax lyrical about this!”. I then realised it was more than likely going to emerge that, by the time I pressed ‘publish’, he would already be on the twitter defending the alleged fake news that he had then thrust his diminutive hand between her legs, licked her mouth with that little pink tongue of his and exclaimed “and now I know what I’m getting into!”
The world’s gone mad I tell you !
Yeah you know what time it is!
A quite lovely temptress from Dover
loved to frolic and roll in the clover
She would lie in the dew
with a fellow or two
caught a chill, went without a pullover
This molester in charge of the States
filled with anger and bile how he hates
The sick and the poor
and the blacks even more
and brown people with Mexican traits
A chap from Niece grew a large beard
said his wife “Love, it looks rather weird,
So perhaps have a shave
and in bed please behave
don’t come near me until that thing’s sheared.”
A butcher from Leeds who loved pies
Cant resist them, though trust me tries
Now his belly’s quite round
and his man boobs profound
and you should see the size of his thighs
After Dark Haiku – 29/9/2017
My response to the Friday Fictioneers 100 word challenge inspired by the photo above. Â 99 words.
My response to the Friday Fictioneers 100 word challenge inspired by the photo above. 99 words.
Andromeda’s orbital engines hummed as Cole and Yin walked towards the marker on their heads up display, helmet lights slicing through the darkness.
Yin stooped and placed a soil sample in his analyser, noticing a pair of ash and cobweb encrusted shoes placed side by side. The map showed a school had once stood here. He poked the cobwebs with a gloved finger, and a small spider scuttled along the silky strands.
“Guess this place is all yours now mate” he said sadly, his helmet display blinking orange.
“Cole, radiation spike” Yin shouted, “get back to the shuttle, now!”
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Not had time to write today, so here’s a quick Donald limerick.
A day in the life of the Donald in limerick form.
l am not particularly interested in politics at all but as far
as reasons to write the golden haired golf playing POTUS
is certainly good value for money.
Oh Donald with golden hair you
must wake up with so much to do
But you sit on the shitter
Posting rantings to twitter
Like some mad man who’s been sniffing glue
This morning you’ll take on the press
Fake News!” blah blah blah…what a mess
And your staff organise
cover ups of your lies
but we know that you couldn’t care less
Then a snack and nap if you can
While you dream up your next foolish plan
“Build a wall!” hear him scream
as he wakes from a dream
Then he bans anyone with a tan.
Now it’s time to try sort out the health
care bill as its wasting the wealth
Of the rich on the frail
And the people who ail
If you can’t then you’ll kill it through stealth
Now some lunch as it’s been go go go
Then there’s pussy to grab don’t you know
“When you’re rich, don’t you see
It is pretty much free
And the women will never say no!”
After Lunch its some golf with your chums
As your right wing pals get out their guns
Pillow case on their heads
Wrapped in sheets from their beds
Picking fights with the cross lefty mums
For the rest of the day you’ll be rooting
For your very good friend Vlad the Putin
As he wrestles with bears
punches babies and hares
and gives puppies a right proper booting
Then pre dinner you’ll probably fire
Some fellow you’d chosen to hire
Just this morning “but hey
they’ve been here like a day
that’s the price for provoking my ire!”
After Dinner its time for some more
planning your own major war
just like George dubya Bush
(Who you secretly crush)
And whö’s father you really adore
Then tucked up in bed as you’ve been
Working hard at just not-being-green
The planet you’ll slaughter
you dream of your daughter
And of making Ang Merkel your queen
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