Stalin
Stalin was a lovely guy,
He let 42 million people die.
In case you wonder why,
He said it was 'just a statistic'.
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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A Few Syllables on the European Union
EU?
not me!
won't work
you'll see
there's too many rules
made by silly fools
don't join
stay free
EU?
not me!
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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A Short One for Smokers
According to her folks
She smokes and smokes and smokes
And never chokes.
It's all a bloody hoax,
So cheer up, blokes! !
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Secrets
Sweet p*nis of gonorrhea,
I long for you in the hollow season,
And dream of you with dark unreason
Soft *nus of hysteria.
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Nursery Rhyme for Iraq
Jack and Jill
Went up the hill
To watch
The Iraq slaughter.
Jack said 'Blair!
It isn't fair! '
(Silence.
And no laughter.)
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Freedom of Speech
Beware of the Mind Police!
You might get caught,
They'll put a microchip in your brain:
You won't even have Freedom of Thought!
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Those Were the Days!
I long for the days when we walked in the sunlight,
Grinning at the trees and flowers
And the wild tuberculosis of demented Landrovers.
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Convert or Die! !
You ask us the reason why
We tell you 'Convert or die! '
We're right and you're wrong
And that is the song
We sing to our God Most High.
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A Question of Meaning
this poem not any meaning
at has this all meaning
this poem has not at
meaning all this poem any
any got at not all
got all this not meaning
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There was a fellow called Jesus
Who cured a lot of diseases,
He taught us to pray
And showed us the Way,
But nothing He did could please us.
limerick by John Thorkild Ellison
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