I'm an IntCom guerrilla
Trade wars to the highest seller
I'm a tinpot Godzilla
I'm a street-bombing prancer
A global-heating moral cancer
A swift-declining Panzer
But let's not talk about peace and ethics
And kids that don't explode
We're losing all of our respect and honour
Universal chaos motherlode, yeah baby
I'm just no good at small talk
Narrow and bijou
Microscopic and minute
Sorry, what do you do?
Dinky winky, little, dwarf
Incy wincy, klein
Matchbox, kneehigh and compact
Can I top up your wine?
Teensy weensy, minimal
Teeny weeny, wee
Itsy bitsy, miniscule
Would you like a cup of tea?
Baby, mini, miniature
Shrunken, titchy, speck
Narrow, nipper, iota, mite
Get naked? What the h...
It's obvious my uterus has seen a better day.
Too many years invested, in erotic sexual play.
Committed now to aging with grace its duty done.
A child carries on my name - a generation comes.
My sex life is a private matter, I care not to discuss.
Why Politicians think they speak ... for my uterus.
Men are lusty school boys - ask any Catholic wife.
If it wasn't for contraception, we'd be...
We in the Neanderthal Independence Party (NIP) feel threatened by Homo Sapiens
They may cause our lives not to have happy ends
The Neanderthal Independence Party says we are culturally unique
Though we're a little low-brow and evolutionarily weak
We have more grass roots support than Neanderthal Labour
And we'll try to reduce casual sex with our neighbours
The Neanderthal Health Servic...
There are places in the world where people don't say "awesome". They say "ah-some". There are some.
There are those who think they've been abducted by a Martian, which would be awesome. There are some.
There are millions of people who say "awesome" when they mean "very good". There are some.
There are people who like Jeremy Clarkson. They are not awesome. But there are some.
After a skull-thonking chair slam to his head, the Hulkster stunned the arena by reciting T.S.Eliot's "The Waste Land." Though the crowd seemed to be getting into the esoteric allusions, a ring-side wag interrupted the "Game of Chess" segment by scre...
He may have been kicked out of baseball for a year but New York Yankees Alex Rodriguez has gone back to writing poetry.
What kind of poetry?
"Somewhere between Bob Dylan and Mohammed Ali he laughed."
A-Rod then told some reporters that he h...
COOS BAY, OREGON - Peggy Johnson is only 43, but she is the head of one of the newest and fastest growing women's organizations in the U.S. since Sue Ellen Cooper started The Red Hat Society was started in 1998.
Johnson's organization is called "The Evergreen Gals", in reference to evergreen trees that have leaves in all four seasons.
"Members of 'The Evergreen Gals' are dedicated to being...
I want to be an Arab
And wear a flowing robe
With a beard down to my ankles
From my ear lobe
I want to be an Arab
And chat all day and night
On a mat that's facing Mecca, or wherever
They direct that shite
I want to be an Arab
They love a drop of wine!
Downside: no bacon, sausage or pork chop
They're forbidden to touch swine
I want to be an Arab
Have my women walk behind
Inspired by Lewis Carroll
'Twas brillig, and the Karl Rove
Did tremble and tire in his soul;
All flimsy were the borogoves,
And the GOP outpolled.
"Beware the Tea Party, my son
The jaws that bite, the mouth that spits!
Beware the Ted Cruz bird, and shun
That frumious piece of shit!"
Rove took his vorpal sword in hand;
Long time the loudmouthed foe he sought--
Crouching low at the foot of a hollow clearing,
cored from the density of trees in our holding of
forest, I know something lacks. Not the cool, insistent
billow of breeze from the West, or the mousey
rustle of dead leaves pooling around us. A shaft
of late summer sun that lazily probes about the high
branches, picks out an oval of scrub. A trace memory,
a silhouette that says 'it was...
The Epic of Gilgamesh is a long, boring, heroic poem by Gil Gamesh, a Babylonian who plagiarized the story from ancient Sumerian sources and claimed that the events of the poem, outlandish though they are, actually happened to him. One of the poem's key episodes in the flood, which, when it is written about in the Bible, is known as the Biblical flood, but, in Gilgamesh, is referred to as The Delu...
Most people, literate or illiterate, in Iran, Afghanistan and Tajikistan, the remnants of the ruined Persian Empire, still, 2013, keep, at least, three books in their homes: Rubaiyat-e Khayyam, Hafiz and Shahnameh.
A well-known Iranian scholar, Mohammad Abdolvahab Qazvini, 1877-1949, after completing his traditional theological schooling, Arabic grammar and Islamic teachings, in 1904, at the...
Some people these days seem to have great difficulty speaking without using the "f" word all the time. They seem to think it's cool or makes them look hard rather than it being a complete waste of the excellent English language but I've re-written the news so that one of them can be the BBC newscaster just for once.
Good fuckin' evening.This is the Ten o'clock fuckin' news
For folks who can't...
The Reverend E.P. Freedmore here. From First Methodist, but we welcome Presbyterians, and shoot, just about anybody. Baptists, even. Ha ha, that's a joke.
You know, humor's not bad. I like it, once in a while. So it's okay to tell a joke now and then, especially if it demonstrates a good Christian moral.
You know a lot of people like limericks. But some of 'em are filthy. Let's see an examp...
The nation's food fans all gasped in amazement
There were queues for miles all along the pavement
The day that the feted celebrity chefs
Met a fate at the fete that was much worse than death
Although the sous chefs were usually expedient
They had miscalculated, run out of ingredients
And so as not to inconvenience the fans
It was decided to fill all the woks and the pans
Local housewives were left flustered last night thanks to schoolboys and their enthusiasm for Halloween larks.
Answering the door to suspected trick-or-treaters the women were, in stead, surprised to be regaled with romantic poetry.
"It all sta...
All is the way it should be!
In the heart of every West Virginian is a storyteller. Our most famous spinner of yarns was the incomparable Pearl S. Buck. And while I'm no Pearl Buck; I do spin yarns. In my heart, dear readers, lives a poet. Unfortunately for you folks, that verser is a failed poet.
My haiku is astoundingly bad. My free verse should be chained and hidden in a forgotten...