Wednesday, 23 September 2015

Illiberal Limericks 1

 Pope on a Rope         
Verily, I say unto you, that it is easier for a rope to pass through the eye of a needle than for a denier to enter into the kingdom of Climate.
                                    Now there was an old pontiff named Francis,
Who kept pace with all leftward advances:
On climate dogmatic,
But on morals erratic -
No one knew what the devil his stance was!

 On abortion he warned of obsession,
But CO2 was a cause for confession;
And no brimstone for sods,
The fault was all God's,
For sulfur's far worse a transgression.

To the ladder of heaven he clung,
While exalting the world's bottom rung:
But wealth's creation
Was abomination: 
A carbon footprint in the devil's own dung. 

Migrants were the love of his life,

And making Europe with refugees rife;
But when Crescent's green gloss,
Eclipses the Cross,
His own flock will be under the knife. 

Though he made the conservatives balk,
They were helpless to turn back the clock;
To deniers he was frigid,
And he banished the rigid
From the Church that was built on a rock.

Oh, the media and he made a pair,
A most scandalous love affair!
Til at the altar he bowed,
And his services vowed
To the prince of the power of the air.

 Now it's true many thought him a bore,
And to some he was Babylon's whore;
But let who is without ozone,
Cast the first ho-stone:
Go and incinerate no more!

No comments: