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
There once was a man who’d employ/
His talents to bring the world joy:/
In women’s attire,/
“He’s not the Messiah”,/
He shrieked, “He’s a very naughty boy!”*///
*Apologies for the extra syllable in the last line. I’m normally strict on metre, but I felt a little leeway could be allowed here.
Said Donald, a consummate liar
With form as a climate denier,
Those prophets of doom
Just keep spreading gloom!
Said Greta, the world is on fire.
American forces in space
Have suffered severe loss of face
From camouflage gear
Which some people fear
Will look, with no trees, out of place.
A boxer was heard to insist
The action is all in the wrist –
By beating his meat
On endless repeat,
He’s practising hard with one fist.
The UK PM recommends
The nation through crowdfunding spends
A cool half a million
On Big Ben’s carillion
For Brexit, or else… the bell ends!
A health testing firm’s come along/
Requesting a pic of your schlong/
With which its new app/
Will diagnose clap -/
Now what in the world could go wrong?///
A princeling whose grandma’s the Queen
Declared: ‘We’re not into that scene’;
The palace snapped: ‘Harry,
Whoever you marry,
You can’t quit the royal machine’.
A papal trip seemingly wrecks
Italians’ enjoyment of sex –
Libidos all wilt
From Catholic guilt
And noone for weeks even necks.
A fellow threw coins at a plane
But found he had done so in vain –
Deciding to chuck
Some money for luck,
Financially, brought only pain.
A would-be commander of geeks/
Has posted a job ad that seeks/
His own kindred souls,/
To fill Whitehall roles/
With asocial weirdos and freaks.///