When Musk saw a joint being lit/
He took a few puffs of that shit,/
But Elon the joker/
Was not the sole toker -/
His company too took a hit.///
When Musk saw a joint being lit/
He took a few puffs of that shit,/
But Elon the joker/
Was not the sole toker -/
His company too took a hit.///
A minister named Karen Bradley,/
Whose brief’s Northern Ireland,/
sadly Has had to admit/
To knowing jack shit/
About it, which went down quite badly.///
A nursery head lost her role/
When parents did not find it droll/
For children to start in/
Their new kindergarten/
While dancers gyrate on a pole.///
The veteran journalist Bob/
From talking to Donald Trump’s mob,/
Found less stable genius,/
More misdemeanious/
Unstable dumbass nutjob.///
Some readers may be thrown by the scansion in line 5, which appears to be a syllable short when taken on its own. But read together it scans because of the extra syllables in line 4, courtesy of my coinage ‘misdemeanious’. There may well be a technical term for this (does enjambment cover it?).
https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2018/sep/04/bob-woodward-book-fear-donald-trump-white-house
The Kaepernick advert for Nike/
Has got right-wing critics all spiky;/
They’re torching their shoes/
And lighting a fuse/
Right under Trump’s volatile psyche.///
The pastor Charles Ellis the Third/
Regrets to admit that he erred,/
In hugging Ms Grande/
He got rather hande/
And border infractions occurred.///
Post-Brexit, announces Liz Truss,/
More naan exports could be a plus,/
The same goes for crumpets,/
Though these things she trumpets/
Were not on the Leave campaign bus.///
The UK might just have a chance/
Of backing from countries like France/
To have and eat cake/
If they undertake/
To not let Theresa May dance.///
The government’s got a great ruse/
For post-Brexit motorway queues;/
In case of no deal,/
When shit becomes real,/
They’ll put up some portable loos.///