Sunday, 7 May 2017

Macron Bleu!

The City of Lights
Is heading for the caves:
The French by a landslide,
Have dug their own graves.

Saturday, 6 May 2017

email to a minister

Item: Heritage minister wants subsidies for “ailing” news industry ; see: Molyneux

Your proposal is amazing, 
And leaves the country speechless:
To make the lackey press 
Official government leeches!
Though no remedy is known,
For blue pill overdose,
Your merciful injection,
Should bring their suffering to a close
And then these national treasures,
(If you should so decree them)
Can rest with the other fossils,
In the National Museum.

Friday, 28 April 2017


            The Hundred Days 
Like Napoleon’s comeback campaign, 
That ended in exile and wane:
After Bannon’s Waterloo,
And the daughter's deft coup,
Restoration is on once again.

Saturday, 8 April 2017

Cowboys and Indians

Item: Trump and media side with Syrian White Helmets

Trump’s off the reservation,
With Tomahawks in his quiver,
As we learn to our consternation
That he’s an Indian giver.

He signed the treaty and made a vow 
That he’d never let them down;
But he’s joined up with the cowboys now,
Who are terrorizing the town.

It’s the all-too familiar saga,
With the posse going to bat
For the renegade red of MAGA,
Who suddenly donned a white hat.

Wednesday, 5 April 2017

Reefer Jihadness

News Items: a majority of Canadians unhappy with “Islamophobia" motion 
              Canada to decriminalize Marijuana
As Trudeau delights cannabis owners,
In the wake of his Islamist boners,
He now fairly basks
In grow-ops and mosques, 
Supported by all kinds of stoners!

Sunday, 26 March 2017

Pulling Strings vs Learning the Ropes

Trump tried to cut the Gordian knot but alack,
The naughts wouldn’t cut him any slack.
Now he could learn from that ancient lord:
Never send a pen to do the job of a sword!

Sunday, 25 September 2016

Hill’s Legmen

  Item: Clinton wants a step stool during debate.

When Hillary lost her stumping shoe,
And crumpled like a muppet,
The media to her rescue flew,
Becoming her sock puppet.

And then as dehydration struck,
She sought her daughter's door,
And questions medical no more could duck,   
It's her they carried water for.

And now, with all the journos rooting,
She'll brave a foe most truly,
But hide the frailty of her footing,
When mainstream is her stoolie.