Now that his math won’t work minus
India, Trump thinks of lost lotus
And bowed down by China,
Seems in need of India.
Well, we’re ready if you’re
Make up your mind, Partner,
Repair trust deficit
Now no more implicit,
Enough is so much futile fuss.
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Happenings | 28.05.2026 | American, political, humour, Limerick
Note: After his clearly under-whelming summit with Xi and failed Iran adventure, Trump seems to have got back his lost sense of focus—why his Secretary of State is in India. US sure is finding itself with fewer friends. Yet, it has not yet realized, Pakistan is that pro who can keep two adversary suitors happy at the same time. Yet, remember, buddy, we know to play our cards well, feels this ditty.
Family foibles and festive baubles to share
Frivolity frolics jollity & alcoholic histrionics
Swilled fables & tables filled with similar fare
Suggestive seasonal strolls for restive souls
Cast bitten still smitten bestilled by chilled air
Bedevilled dishevelled by some distilled wares
Pagan past perch in their old peculiar church
Dare to revel with another level devil may care
No graces or airs just familiar faces and lairs
Don't be reckless or feckless this Michaelmas
Feuds rude moods eschewed along with despair
Plied with yuletide pride bliss of this solstice kiss
At last no faff or fuss for us secular Christmas fayre
The egg said to the bacon
“What is wrong with you?”
“You arrive with such a fuss and a splatter”
“All the eggs are wondering just what could be the matter?”
The Bacon replied with a sigh
“What is wrong with you?
“You lie there, serenely, with no fuss nor hint of a splatter”
“All the bacon is confused about why nothing matters.”
The egg supplied this retort
“I don’t see the problem.”
“Why can’t we just lie here with grace?”
“And accept the inevitability that we all must face”
The bacon responded, quite annoyed
“Right there. That’s the problem.”
“Why would you accept your demise with grace?”
“And miss an opportunity staring you right in the face”
The egg, getting hot with wonderment, stated
“I’m still not convinced”.
“I fail to see the point of the fuss and the splatter.”
“None of this can save me. None of it matters.”
” The bacon, heating up with resolution, countered
“Mr. Egg, be convinced!”
“There is a warning attached to the fuss and the splatter.
“If it saves one strip of bacon, then it matters”
How do I say this?
I admit it’s very very hard
How to describe how I’m so happily marred
You make me feel trapped
Deep inside of me
Yet I don’t want to be set free
You make me feel anxious
Confused and nervous
Yet it all seems worth the fuss
Put simply, curse you
Why do you do this to me
Making me your one fee
But I feel it’s all worth it
For this pure stain
If it’s you I gain
Love watching girls
Make fuss for pet
Life worth living.
Ensure, not a single student is left alone;
Treat them all as children of your own.
With utmost faith, they board your bus;
Be not the cause of an unnecessary fuss.
Their lives are in your hands you wheelmen!
Attend to their needs, to be called true men!!
Search That Bus (6 Lines or Less) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Miranda Hawley
3rd place
Our differences are like the pieces of a puzzle called life.
~~~
We’re like black and white, forever disparate.
While I look to the right, you search the left side.
Though we’re so opposite, I see your merit.
When I’ve been confused, you’ve often clarified.
What seems like love and hate, could be crazy fate.
You’re outspoken while I’m totally tongue-tied.
At times, we’re night and day, which can complicate.
Still, our hearts are linked by our feelings like love.
Our dreams bring so much wonder to captivate.
Our bond was surely started by God above.
Only He knew what this union would teach us.
Though unalike, our two hearts fit like a glove.
Some think this relationship is treasonous.
I still believe love is meant to make a fuss.
when we rose a fuss
with you want this to discus
glad that you love us
Got old,
It's not so bad,
Wrinkle age, bucket lists,
Option far worse, naught to discuss,
No fuss.
From dispatch to Bus Drivers Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Miranda Hawley
Placed 3rd
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People on foot or on bicycles, on roads you see many;
With your careless driving, you have no right to kill any.
Dare not sit before the steering until you feel totally fit;
Lose not your attention at any cost even for a single bit.
Give not any scope for the creation of unnecessary fuss;
Be aware, you are the guardian of all lives on your bus.
It seemed like my blind date was dim
As my pronouns are "he" and "him"
With 1 prick 4 play
How can I be "they"?
Unless I missed a sin o Nym?
Let's hear it for us girls,
Coffee, meditation, the world,
Nothing to discuss,
Do stuff with a minimum of fuss!
Oh bold flowered beauty,
Persistent truth of unfilled dreams
The manufactured crop of one imagination,
Drink well cousin, then spray about
As though all water were your own.
Snicker and sneer knowing ruse
But still accuse each other of
Saving eye for eye as loss for all.
And when a day we borrow is born
Every word that has been spoken
Will be broken like bread between us.
Shall we abandon you,
Make a fuss about a ladle or wagon
An empty jug or flutter, while stone
Looks on stone and sees the butterfly return.
Color, light, night, then borrowed day.
So many shiny coins for dreams away,
“…sunshine, a warm beam balancing comes…”
Over and over until a robin’s ear
Will bleed; we forgive ourselves.
Who hear the deer and see the sky,
And while inside gaze among the same
Branches of a single tree we would cut
Our limbs to see, our gifts all given.
Not to be awakened but to hold until
We give them all away, All dreams away.
An Olympics Committee official said
"Women talk too much in meetings"
His resignation is being loudly demanded
Were a woman to say the same about men
~ She might even be reprimanded
We clap for them
We cheer
I really hope they hear...
Those Angels at the NHS
Go far and beyond their call of duty
whilst putting their own lives at risk
They work extra hours tending the sick
For these generous souls
full of passion not fear
We clap for them
We cheer
I really hope they hear...
for their dedication
for their inspiration
for what they do is a true vocation
So thankful are we they are here
taking care throughout our Nation
For without them I would truly fear
that few of us would still be here
God bless them all
and keep them safe
For all that they do
For all that they are
We must show our respect
yet I suspect ~ they don’t really fathom the fuss
as they go about living their daily life
whilst taking good care of all of us…
Written Thursday 16th April 2020
A tribute to our wonderful nurses and doctors…
Contest Strand Pick D
Sponsor Brian Strand
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