What seemed an impossible goal/
Was reached, as what looked like a coal/
Encircled by flames/
Gave substance to claims/
That Einstein was right, on the hole.///
What seemed an impossible goal/
Was reached, as what looked like a coal/
Encircled by flames/
Gave substance to claims/
That Einstein was right, on the hole.///
On checking a young Taiwanese,/
Who felt something borne on the breeze/
Was making her cry,/
Docs found in her eye/
Four minuscule sweat-eating bees.///
Ex-Brexiteer columnist Peter/
Thought leaving would render life sweeter,/
But now he reflexit/
Is evident Brexit/
Would leave us knee-deep in excreta.///
Some Spanish researchers submit/
That though it may give you a hit,/
Because hashish passes/
Through drug smugglers’ arses*/
Most tokers smoke actual shit./
*or asses if that rhymes better for you
MPs were sent home for the week/
When liquid poured in from a leak,/
Which leaves the impression/
They’re ending this session/
In literal terms, up shit creek.///
Some activist women and guys/
Took parliament quite by surprise,/
Protesting half-nude,/
A brief interlewd/
That caused a few members to rise.///
When members were polled in the end/
On which polished turd they’d commend,/
Indicative voting/
Left no motion floating,/
They all disappeared round the bend.///
https://www.theguardian.com/politics/2019/mar/27/mps-reject-all-alternative-brexit-options
Officials at NASA have canned/
An all-female spacewalk they’d planned;/
As spacesuits for guys/
Are not the right size,/
The mission will have to be manned.///
MPs have been airing their views,/
And say it’s now their turn to choose/
What Britain should do/
About the EU,/
Instead of just watching May lose.///