Long Baiter Poems

Limericks III - Grab Bag

Being a peace activist, I once wrote a limerick in an attempt to stop needless wars:

Of Tetley’s and V-2's
(or "Why Not to Bomb the Brits")
by Michael R. Burch

The English are very...

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the (better late than never) 
free admission confession, exhortations against Ole Saint Nick

treasured untold shenanigans of Santa, 

his elves and reindeer discovered only 

by colluding via "FAKE" fluke 

did I manage to worm winning the...

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To be a true and pure and faithful evangelically zealous fundamentalist,
whether of good faith religions
or bad faith hatreds of other cultures and races and genders, etc.,
fascism and fundamentalism
are rooted in pre-linguistic literalism,
stories built from feelings...

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...exhortations against Ole Saint Nick
(alternately titled untold treasured shenanigans of Santa)

his elves and reindeer discovered only 
by colluding via "FAKE" fluke 
did I manage to worm winning the trust
among Christmas elves and reindeer

confident this generic...

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only by a fluke did I manage 
   to worm winning trust 
   among Christmas elves and reindeer
confident this generic guy, 

   would never breach scandalous 
  ...

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              My soul burns with an unquenchable righteous desire.
Yours belongs to the Prince of Tyre, the Lake of Fire, 
in WEF land...

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I was standing in a store
getting veggies and cheese
when commotion, nay, uproar
made me drop my canned peas.

Picking the can off the floor,
trying to understand,
I searched for the uproar's core
as I fingered my can.

Then I saw...

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A Game
Chequered 
!

Verbose;
Pawned divinity    
Words are pieces
Phrases are moves
Players' wordsmiths 
Egos crowned kings 
Drawn out are words
Empty stands sheath
Reveal your Chess
Strategy-Tactics

Grand master Mikhail Tal speak
On checker board strategies.
"The deep desires
Of a chess...

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When you're constantly branded a racist
because you're a white male
you tend to stop listening 
when you're constantly labeled privileged
(though they've never seen you leave for work at 2:30am
nor the callous on your hands)
you tend to...

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How hilarious is being born
with a highly sensitive nature;
this is unmanly and very rare
for someone seldom forlorn. 

If transformation took place on a public stage,
I would be an enraged marionette 
attached to strings that a...

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Hot, hot, hot, am I 
like the castanet’s of a flamingo dancer!
Confining me 
basted, laced, wrapping me
how dare you!

I will singe you raw.
Curl the hairs in your nose.
roll back the edges of your life.

Let me...

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A character study done here.  
You always liked to stir things up.
Like a washer agitator
You thought your tactics a good touch.

Stirring, stirring until worn out
A good name you just loved to smear.
The fabric ripped,...

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