We Are So Sorry Mr. Bin Laden

Osama Bin Laden Marshmallow HeadThis is a satirical poem that I wrote about the death of one of the most evil characters to walk this amazing planet of ours. 

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We’re so sorry
Mr. Bin Laden
But the decision to kill you
Wasn’t really a hard ‘un

Your spreading evil
Is unforgiven
As is your hatred
Of all things livin’

The world we live in
Should be so happy
But thanks to your kind
It’s often crappy

How can people live
In comfort and joy
When monsters like you
Want to kill and destroy

You may have thought hijacking planes
Was rather cool
But killing innocent people
Just made you look a fool

To teach young children
That killing’s fine
And let them blow up
All the time

That’s just not right
You evil sod
And how can you say
It’s the will of God?

All those you brainwashed
I hope one day
Will come to see
Your evil way

They gave their lives
And did your bidding
While all the time
You cowered hidden

To stay in hiding
You must be brave
While sending others
Off to their grave

Watching Obama
There on your telly
In a week old nightshirt
Must have been smelly

And so good riddance
To your evil and sins
Now you know for sure
That evil never wins

You were pure evil
Far from a hero
I wish your head was on a stake
There at Ground Zero

Finaly you’re dead
And your body is gone
We hope your evil
Fails to live on

One thing unanswered though
Now that you’re dead
Why did you wear that big
Marshmallow on your head

 This poem was previously published on Yahoo Contributor Network.

Limericks For Saint Patricks Day

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A LIMERICK FOR SAINT PATRICK’S DAY

When the world’s dressed up in their green
The brightest colors that you have seen
They are drinking good cheer
With green colored beer
It’s not dirty though, it’s clean

A POEM FOR SAINT PATRICK’S DAY

Saint Patrick would have never believed
How his memory would become perceived
In the Emerald Isle they do it in style
With green outfits, green hats and green sleeves

In the New World they went one step beyond
As they do there across the pond
With jugs of green beer
And all sorts of cheer
And silly hats often are donned

Corned Beef and Cabbage are common
In Chicago, New York and Boston
But in Olde Dublin Towne
They’d certainly frown
Guinness is their usual custom

When 17th March comes along
It’s an excuse for drinking and song
People form into crowds
And get really loud
As they do when they form into a throng

The next day starts with a warning
Heads are thumping as a new day is dawning
We drank way too much
Spoke fluent double dutch
There’s a price to be paid in the morning

DO YOU BELIEVE IN LEPRECHAUNS?

Do you believe in Leprechauns
Rainbows with pots of gold
Fairies, Piskies, Gnomes and Dwarves
Or have you just grown old

I sometimes stop and wonder
Where these ancient tales come from
Were there really once such things
And if so, then are they gone?

This world is full of strange events
You can read it throughout history
There’s UFO’s and flying things
It really is a mystery

But for the sake of old Saint Pat
Let’s imagine for a day
That fairy tale folk they do exist
You might see one at play

SPILT ON A QUILT – A LIMERICK

A young Irish maid once spilt
Green beer all over a quilt
She was really quite shy
So she wiped it all dry
But blushed because of her guilt

TRIPPING AND SLIPPING – A LIMERICK

While walking an Irish lass tripped
And into a puddle she slipped
When a man pulled her out
Did she holla and shout
Cos he trod on her dress and it ripped

MICK AND HIS TRICK – A LIMERICK

An Irish builder called Mick
Did a very unusual trick
He would juggle his tools
Which was really quite cool
Til they landed one day on his foot

THE FLOWERS THAT BLOOM IN THE SPRING

Oh the flowers that bloom in the spring
Is a song that a lot of folks sing
I don’t know any more
So I can’t say for sure
But it sounds like it has a nice ring

The above poems and Limericks were composed by Tony Payne (Poddys)
Copyright under Collective Commons
This material may be copied, provided credit is given to the author
And a link clearly placed back to this article

Thank You For Being There

This is a short poem from Morag Mortimer-Smythe, I hope you enjoy it.   If you do, she has some other wonderful articles on Associated Content.

Thank You For Being There

Without my butt I could not dance

Nor wear my sexy underpants

I couldn’t walk or run or jog

Or make those smells and blame the dog

Have nowt to itch in bed at night

And nowt to hold my legs on tight

Nothing to plop down on a chair

So thank you butt for being there

(hold that thought – off for a quick scratch…)