Mick Twister is an anagram of Twitmericks.
Mick writes limericks about the news on Twitter, pretty much daily, as @twitmericks. These are also reproduced below, with links to the relevant news stories.
He is the author of There Was an Old Geezer Called Caesar: A History of the World in 100 Limericks (Anova, 2013) and There Once Was a Man with Six Wives: Kings and Queens in Limericks (Pavilion, 2017)
He writes limericks with a biblical theme for the quarterly 197 Piccadilly magazine. http://www.sjp.org.uk/uploads/1/6/5/7/16572376/____pp197_autumn_2013smaller.pdf
With millions of pints being sunk,
Police say – now who woulda thunk?
That all social distancing,
As you get pissed and sing,
Goes out the window when drunk.
The tightening FBI net
Makes Epstein’s accomplices fret,
As courts now arraign
His pander, Ghislaine,
Prince Andrew is learning to sweat.
The UK prime minister’s dad
Flew off to his holiday pad
Although Greece has banned
All flights from this land.
Does anyone feel they’ve been had.
B Johnson, the number one Brit,
Would like us to see he is fit,
Admiring his press-ups,
While due to his mess-ups
We sink ever deeper in shit.
This government’s lapses of wisdom
Are such I can’t possibly lisdom
Or say which is greatest,
But here is the latest:
They bought the wrong satellite sisdom.
A 30-year wait has now ended
In spite of a season extended,
No fans in the Kop,
No handshakes for Klopp
And walking alone recommended.
The thousands who pack Bournemouth’s beaches
In mass social distancing breaches That drive police nuts
Are “showing some guts” –
They practise what Boris now preaches.
An opera, so it appears,/
Reduces poor onions to tears;/
Complaints of monotony/
Ring out from the botany,/
But grasses and wheat are all ears.///
The Trump campaign rally in Tulsa
Was rather a people-repulser,
His bid for election
By spreading infection
As popular there as an ulcer.