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
The strangest marine creature seen is/
A worm of priapulus genus/
Which squirms on the bed/
And thrusts up its head,/
A quasi-autonomous penis.///
A doc in a virtual dock/
Gave courtroom officials a shock./
“Please don’t commit perjury,/
If you’re not in surgery”/
The clerk asked, “Then why the blue smock?”///
Is monetisation a curse,
And will it make Twitterland worse?
While Twitter’s top scholars
Want dollars for follers,
To poets, the charge is perverse.
The detail some purchasers missed in
This popular Amazon listing
Is that it is not
A cute table pot
But one that is spat, shat or pissed in.
A dog was subjected to spin,/
And branded a traitor within /
Who randomly pissed/
And should be dismissed,/
Because he humped Cummings’s shin.///
A lass in Alaska, alas,
Was processing natural gas
Outside on the can
When out of the pan
A bear bit a piece of her ass.
Republican Senator Cruz
Swapped midwinter power cut blues
For sunny Cancun,
Then said: “What, too soon?
Why can’t they just change the damn fuse?”
On getting the Covid jab call,
One chap said: “My belly’s not small,
But now I know why
My BMI’s high –
They think that I’m three inches tall!
When Dominic Raab went on Zoom,/
He carefully laid out his room/
To strike the right tone,/
But so far unknown/
Is just what he meant by that broom.///
Deep under the ice, on a boulder,/
Some primitive animals moulder,/
Though sentient life/
Down there is not rife -/
It’s like Mar-a-Lago, but colder./