Monthly Archives: May 2021

A chap with a senior perch/ Left more than one lass in the lurch/ Yet managed to marry/ His latest squeeze, Carrie,/ Somehow, in a Catholic church./ https://t.co/UrLioMwYyE

An anchor reported the death/ Of he who wrote Hamlet, Macbeth,/ And more plays and sonnets./ Though sad Shakespeare’s gone it’s/ Four hundred years since he drew breath./// https://t.co/AOomDu6Skn

When Johnson was passing the hat/ To fund renovating his flat/ He hadn’t a clue/ Who’d pay, but he knew/ It wouldn’t be off his own bat./// https://t.co/1Zfi7qLnNM

There is an adventurous fox/ Who, when opportunity knocks,/ Will enter, unseen,/ Your washing machine/ (Explaining the absence of socks)./// https://t.co/Hgco27Ekvv

When red-handed tamarins stray/ Near where their pied counterparts stay,/ They alter their vocals/ To sound like the locals,/ Lest accent should give them away./// https://t.co/XIcXO3eU7B

A Johnson adviser who quit/ Attests the PM is unfit,/ The morons who rule us/ Are utterly clueless,/ And Hancock is culpably shit./ https://t.co/gqqkwIwOXx

In Bedford and Burnley and places/ Considered as Covid-hit spaces/ Unlocking’s on ice/ In secret advice/ Dispensed on a ‘need to know basis’./ https://t.co/5XofaYQODM

An old man in Minsk had a plan/ To capture a dissident man/By faking a threat,/ Diverting a jet,/ Then watching the shit hit the fan./// https://t.co/8NdiauTJVl

A dealer in smack, crack and Es/ Whom coppers were able to seize/ Wound up in the nick/ For posting a pic -/ A shot of his favourite cheese./// https://t.co/JG2ccWgyKj

Le people have now fait their choix,/ On who has that je ne sais quoi:/ C’est Italy first/ Le UK, now cursed/ By Brexit, alone on nul points.///