Short Commentator Poems
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Want Commentator Who Is Greater
What we really want is a commentator,
Compared to current he will be greater;
Our choice;
Great voice;
Would rather have it sooner than later.
Jim Horn
I will be the 1st to admit
I am never a Poet
At very best a social commentator
A common, simple, uneducated
Misguided pawn
To a mother born
Like an ear of corn
Willing to learn and explore
Both side's
As i am not judge and jury either
Limerick: Once a great and wise Commentator
Once a great and wise Commentator
Thought what escaped him escaped Creator
His oeuvre his whole life dreamt
By his comments he meant
The whole world loved him as their Tutor
(c) T. Wignesan – Paris, September 5, 2021
L-isten to the commentator
E-xposing the corruption;
O-pen your ears to the voice of truth and noble mission.
O-n the twentieth of August,
B-e attentive to the whistle;
L-earn to analyze his criticism,
I-nstead of plotting in huddle.
G-ive him the time slot,
A-llow him to speak with ardor;
R-ead between the lines, listen to the commentator.
What if your new boss were not a woman?
What if she were a zebra?
How would you describe her?
I had to think for a second.
She is flamboyant.
Hears her own melody.
Is more than a little jazzy.
Anything else? the commentator asked me.
It is difficult being caught on the news, live like this.
And she has a big butt.
I was to regret that later…..
Limerick: Once a Maneater who ne’er said “No!”
for Ronald W. Hull, the Great Mentor-Commentator
[Made to measure and tailored to a very tight fit]
Once a woman who could ne’er say “No!”
Met Ascetic: “Why?” he wanted to know.
Said she: “I’m no Vegan;
Meat I munch by the dozen.”
Priapic rigor mortis ensued: O! Woe!
(c) T. Wignesan – Paris, September 6, 2021
Am I a wandering commentator?
Sharing, and enlightening others with my
actual secrets.
They were once held captive and stored away
in my closet comparable to cobwebs.
Now these secrets are released to the surface
and are no longer secrets by someone I'm thinking
I could confide in. Inhale, Exhale release yourself
from these secrets that no longer benefit me.
Yet now I'm aware of who's not real in this show of
sharing secrets.
I think President Biden, politically, is as dead as fried chicken. He can now quit, he can be replaced ... Or he can run and lose. You can’t successfully run for president of the United States when your campaign slogan is, ‘I’m only senile some of the time,’ as one commentator pointed out today. ~Senator John Kennedy (R), July 5, 2024
All the donkeys start to bray
Please old Joe you cannot stay
And so we plead
You must concede
And graciously just go away.
The greatest Bard of all Scotia.
Reigning immortal king O peasant familia.
Idealistic and unique commentator.
Born to magic words of any orator.
United differences empathised.
Tuned to the masses and idolised.
Eternal gratitude to our Rabbie.
Tickling our attitude for a party.
Oor Robert Burns O the Celtic.
Rhymer of yarns and purest magic.
Auld lang syne and Scots wha hae.
Beautiful member of the human ways.
Born here and forever after.
Your name is The Bard of Scottish patter.