HOGS Old Mother Truss and Kwasi Kwarteng cleared the cupboard with hardly a pang while dog Britain has to boil bones for soup as those very rich let out a great whoop. Soon it's war for breakfast lunch and dinner juggling H-bombs makes you a lot thinner. Now this tail can hardly wag the dog. … Continue reading Hogs
Poem
Limericks
a Ukrainian burger called Boris at his public school strove to learn Horace. Now gets eaten in Kiev, promised NATO, RAF. Put that country in plaster of Paris. Wilson John Haire. 24th August, 2022. There is a sort of lady called Liz Truss who inadvertently misses the bus. Her tongue creates two nations though … Continue reading Limericks
A Poem
GET THEE BEHIND ME SATAN II “As one day it might happen that a victim must be found I’ve got a little list – I’ve got a little list.” So sang Gilbert and Sullivan: “Of society’s offenders who might well be underground And would never be missed - who would never be missed" But I … Continue reading A Poem
WHEN JOURNALESE BECAME WORLD NEWS
Let me ask you a question: The ground is still squishy where a million lie in Iraq, the soft bones gone of a quarter million babes under five through sanctions, dried flesh still on the Guantanamo torture racks. Blood and tears in equal measure still torments Afghanistan. Gaddafi’s adopted toddler daughter dead in a British … Continue reading WHEN JOURNALESE BECAME WORLD NEWS
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