Golf, climate change, and an orange. All of which appear in the following limerick. Sorta.
While Trump was out playing some golf with his daughter,
A climate change activist came and told him that he oughta,
Take heed of the world,
Or once events have unfurled,
Or he’ll soon be driving off the first tee underwater!
Famous climate change denier, and all round numpty, Donald Trump, still fails to take notice of the mountains of evidence piling up. Even when his own properties are threatened! The world’s leaders still unable to convince him of the need for action.
Ah at last. After so long (a week) I once again have a speedy connection to the great wide internet world. It’s crazy how you miss it.
As such I have written this limerick to celebrate.
A home that has got no broadband to use,
Is one that’s destined to surely lose,
Out on online gaming,
And YouTube lion taming,
And nearly all of the most important news.
It’s been a while since I posted. A long, long while. I’d found my writings to be harsher and not as cheerful as I thought a limerick should be. So I’m back, kinda, to try again and write something right this moment that’s cheerful and optimistic….
Don’t be sad that the world is full of dread and despair,
Or that we’re obsessed with the reality of Trump’s floppy hair,
Just enjoy the ride,
And then run and hide,
From the nukes he’ll most likely send through the air.
OK. That wasn’t so cheerful. But it didn’t take long to write so that’s good. Maybe try again.
You’ll often find that there’s no need to fret,
For I gurantee that the world can get better yet,
The bloggers will take hold,
And the genius will unfold,
From those who hide in their basements on their mum’s ‘net.
That was no better. Third time lucky? (Starting to understand why many arty types get into alcohol. It has its uses.)
Right, so a quick Google for recent news turned up that ol’ Arnie is reprising his role as that metallic doombringer he’s so famous for. Let’s try make something of that eh?
The subtleness of a ninja he certainly does lack,
And you’ll be sure to notice if he was to attack,
With his emotionless stare,
And his turning up bare,
All that’s left to say is that he will be back!
That’s 3 limericks in some timeframe. Late at night. With alcohol. Will there be more? Another night perhaps.
Must be nice being an asshole. Not caring for others feelings. Only dealing with your own. Actually giving a shit about people is far more difficult I think.
I’ve often really wished that I was not able to care,
And that maybe I could just go and run off somewhere,
But I’m stuck with this feeling,
Making my life less appealing,
But I won’t break away from it so there!
Balls to it.
Death comes for us all. Everyone has their own reaction to it. I’ve had the chance to watch such reactions in the last year. Yesterday was a funeral and so I have written a limerick about death. Because that’s what I wanted to do.
The loss of a loved one is hard on us all,
You never know which person could be next to fall,
But keep them in your mind,
And to those left be kind,
And never forget to give those you care about a call.
Look after those you care about.
Those who know me know my love of food knows almost no bounds. Pizza, pasta, chips, steak, ice cream, Chinese, Indian. I love it all. Well almost all.
I ordered in curry the other night. Which came with a bag of onion salad. Here is my advice to you all. Don’t eat the onion salad. It’s fine at the time, but when your breath is waking you up at 4am and you can’t get back to sleep without brushing your teeth for the second time in as many hours, that’s a problem. But the curry was good. So that’s OK.
On that note, onto the rhyming.
Now I quite enjoy the spiciness of a curry,
Masala, Rogan Josh, Jalfrezi, Ruby Murray,
But give me Vindaloo,
And I’m afraid that you,
Will have to get out of my way in quite a hurry!
My workplace has some right lazy sods who are so lax with their dish washing they can’t even be bothered to put their dirty cups in the machine.
This is a limerick in response to the slightly cross response to it from my boss.
We have a small problem with washing dishes,
That could lead to someone sleeping with the fishes,
But this concrete shoed threat,
Can be avoided yet,
If we just do as our superior wishes!
Clean your stuff people!