The incorrect usage of tense
And phrases of total nonsense
Wipe out brain status
With more apparatus
Than the Department of Defense
Muammar Muhammad Gaddafi;
'Brother Leader', dog of Tripoli
People of Libya
happily say, "See ya!
Here's for Flight 103 - Lockerbie."
U.KTom picked a nasty grudge fight
About his much over-lauded Marmite
He got testy and bossy
Toward Deb, the kind Aussie
As he envied her fine Vegemite
Yesterday Asians, Jews today
Yet Native Americans pray,
"To settle a score
Grant us love, not war,
So children can go out to play!"
The Peace & Love Generation
Got whacked for their motivation
Now they know the score
There's money in war
That's why we're the richest nation!
Under the lights on Friday night.
High school football starting to ignite.
Merciless to everyone.
This is war, not for fun.
Winning state is a beautiful sight.
It's Anzac Day today
Or lads were sent away
To fight a war
And what the hell for
Because they had to pay
All my friends say they can not abide
these two people I have deep inside
Let the first one insist,
feel the other resist
while I wait for their war to subside.
Started taking Vitamin B-12 for my memory
Reminding me of the B-29, a question for Jeopardy
A bomber during history's dark time
World War II, a disgusting crime
We must all be sure so as not repeat this treachery
© Jack Ellison 2015
One of dem Saucer land in da Bayou
Ole Boudreaux out huntin say "Jus who be you?"
Den he point him shodgun
And say "Lookee here son...
Jus found some green OKRA to seasonne my stew!"
While ours kill with flair and finesse
Banned weapons can make a fine mess
Since guys without class
Can possess poison gas
O-bomb-a will make an address
There's hype and there's hysteria
O-bomb-a needs criteria
To send friend Bashar
Wrapped presents from afar
His gift of love for Syria
Soon we all must enter the fray
And keep this injustice at bay
Thus said the major
Who tripped on the floor
Thus ending the war for that day
The Al-Qaeda is a blatant lie,
Are all Muslims terrorists and spies?
Eyes shift from the black man,
Now fixed on them Afghans,
But in war harmless people die.
He dives into a liquor bottle, and
Zigzags like a snake on the sand.
A wife waits for her hero,
But who comes as a zero.
Obscenities ooze from his ‘stupor gland’.
(My limerick which was selected and published in Selected Poems Anthology 2013 by Pendle War Poetry, U K)
What flies though the air up above
Disguised as a peace seeking dove
For those who've not heard
Drones can send you the bird
From the land of brotherly love
Author's note: Is this really how to win friends and influence people (for the long term)?
The once was a man from Dunkirk.
The war came and he went berserk.
In the French battle field,
Local harlots did yield.
Escape came by fancy footwork.
© January 16, 2011
These walls conceal an ugly war
Kitty litter raids my floor
This tidy home I'm sworn to keep
A rugged broom's a tiresome sweep
Three cats are such a chore
Well how do you do, my name is Jack
Brain's still working but it's got a big crack
It's a World War II injury
Watching the war on TV
Munching on chips put my back outta whack
© Jack Ellison 2015
hunger of the flesh , you must protest !!
Oh' this fleshly disaster , what a mess
maybe just one more slice..
to much could bring a demise
deny this flesh , wouldn't want to regress
(MsrRene, for humor's sake, I hope you're not turning on your grave :o)
In History, Nelson fought the Spanish
This powerful Armada did vanish
My ancestor was in thrall
Kismet Hardy had a ball
No invasion, the infidels, banished
Our politicians to be told what for
Why they continue to take us to war
Is it for the oil and ores
To continue earth sores
Or for conglomerate greed galore
Against humanity, history badly plot
creating a stain not easy to face the blot
humans really nefarious
to schedule of events, massacre has a spot.
Prescott Bush proved his moxie
as war-profiteer proxy
with brother Harriman
since shame can't bury them
when suggestions turn Nazi.
Attended a performance of the old Glen Miller band
You younger folks might not remember this man
Back in the war years
We all shed a tear
Missing over the Channel, but we all remain fans
© Jack Ellison 2015