Officials in Kurdistan say/
A slip gave Baghdadi away,/
Caught out by a blunder where/
Spies stole his underwear,/
Providing some groin DNA.///
Officials in Kurdistan say/
A slip gave Baghdadi away,/
Caught out by a blunder where/
Spies stole his underwear,/
Providing some groin DNA.///
The British Prime minister guy/
Said no-ifs-no-buts, do-or-die,/
No trace of a doubt,/
October we’re out -/
Another Johnsonian lie.///
Five hitmen expressed themselves willing/
For something they balked at fulfilling/
It got quite protracted/
As each subcontracted/
But none of the five made a killing.///
Hitman hires hitman who hires hitman who hires hitman who hires hitman who tells police
Some steppe eagles roaming at will,/
Cross-border, for prey they can kill,/
Gave scientists tracking/
Them rather a whacking/
Great SMS data charge bill.///
The government’s had to admit/
Its Brexit-themed 50p bit/
Will have to be junked,/
Now rendered defunct/
Since Boris’s plan went to shit.///
Researchers found levels of stress/
In rats became markedly less/
When driving small cars/
Constructed from jars,/
The secret of rat race success.///
The firm IBM is disputing/
A claim made for Google’s computing/
That quantum supremacy’s/
Been reached while its nemeses/
Are mostly still busy rebooting.///
Despite Johnson’s desperate pitch/
His programme encountered a glitch,/
A setback that caused/
The bill to be paused,/
But nobody died in a ditch.///
The white bellbird’s song is so shrill,/
You’ll hear, when it opens its bill,/
The quite irrepressible/
125-decibel/
Sound of a pneumatic drill.///
When pupils are sitting their mocks/
An Indian school says to fox/
Those tempted to cheat/
It helps to secrete/
The head of each one in a box.///