A ship in the Indian Ocean
On losing its power of motion
Was towed into port
In a Seychelles resort
But the company’s screwed, I’ve a notion.
A ship in the Indian Ocean
On losing its power of motion
Was towed into port
In a Seychelles resort
But the company’s screwed, I’ve a notion.
Government intern Chris Grayling
Whose policy’s utterly failing
Blames devious Trots
And anarchist plots
For the fact that he isn’t prevailing.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-politics-
A News International boss, James
Made rather improbable claims
That he hadn’t a clue
What his journalists do
& now his career’s up in flames.
There once was a very old horse
Who after some years in the force
Was lent to Ms Brooks
Who had cops on the books
A fact unrelated of course.
Police DAC Susan Akers
Laid into the Fleet St lawbreakers
But had less to say
About those in their pay,
The Met’s own brown envelope takers.
A warrior princess called Xena
Has recently gone somewhat greener
Her Lawless protest
Has led to arrest
For trespass or such misdemeanour.
There is an old man from Nepal/Who is almost unfeasibly small/At 22 inches/He easily pinches/The record as shortest of all.
An Oz politician named Rudd
& another whose name is now mud
Fought over who rules
The winner was Jules
But I wonder was that just 1st blood?
The Artist, a film without speech
Emerges as rather a peach
A man hating talkies
A dog wanting walkies
And glamorous femme show their reach.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/entertainment-arts-17174678
This is in fact a limerick I wrote last month for @thelimerickreview, which reviews films in limerick form. Can’t quite remember whether I tweeted/posted it at the time, or after the Golden Globes, so apologies if this is a repetition, but the film has of course now scooped five Oscars.
There once was a paper, The Sun
Which appeared every day except one
Now hot off the press
Is NI’s SOS
At least until Murdoch gets done.