A fox who thought chickens were weak/
Discovered the harm they can wreak/
For once in their pen/
He found that the hen/
Is made with a very sharp beak.///
A fox who thought chickens were weak/
Discovered the harm they can wreak/
For once in their pen/
He found that the hen/
Is made with a very sharp beak.///
Things are moving pretty fast these days… by the time I came to post this afternoon’s tweet it had been overtaken by tonight’s. Both follow:
The PM went over to France/
And got some new words to enhance/
The deal she’d deliver/
But most will still give her/
A snowball in hell’s kind of chance.
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Theresa might feel on reflection/
Another decisive rejection/
In this Commons vote/
Means time to take note/
By calling a general election.///
A Florida spa parlour owner/
And recent Republican donor/
Sells clients a hump/
Or access to Trump,/
Whichever will give them a boner.///
Next day when you feel overhung,/
Head pounding, with leathery tongue,/
You’ll sit there and think/
Now why did I drink/
That gin made from elephant dung?///
A club British Cycling decried/
Says members enjoying a ride/
Were treated with scorn/
As Pedallers of Porn/
Were pulled out and just tossed aside.///
In gardens of Germany’s homes/
Are commonly found garden gnomes,/
But gnome-makers fear/
They may disappear/
As gnomes have no gnome-chromosomes.///
A South Wales detective named Clare/
Whose sins a tribunal laid bare/
Used language most lewd,/
Was terribly rude,/
And loudly polluted the air.///
The minister Christopher Grayling/
Found government isn’t plain sailing;/
He racked up a bill/
Of 33 mil/
Through yet more incompetent failing.///
A man with a tooth up his nose/
Declared: “This unpleasantness shows/
That teeth belong not/
Up there with the snot/
But down in the mouth, in neat rows”.
Graffiti inscribed on a block/
Of Hadrian’s Wall-era rock/
Shows right from the start/
The thrust of such art/
Was representations of cock.///