Let the bosses all shiver with dread,
Leave no Marxist nostrum unsaid,
And give thanks for this day,
At the dawning of May,
When we really can paint the town red.
John Moynes
(CitizensRepublic)
Let the bosses all shiver with dread,
Leave no Marxist nostrum unsaid,
And give thanks for this day,
At the dawning of May,
When we really can paint the town red.
John Moynes
(CitizensRepublic)

If you have an office trainee,
And you’re sending them off to make tea,
Make sure they review,
The correct things to do,
Which would look good upon their CV.
John Moynes
It should not come as a surprise,
That this topic would soon polarise,
Two political mobs,
Who would all risk their jobs,
As they can’t be seen to compromise.
John Moynes
(Laura Hutton/Photocall Ireland)
I’ll try not to snigger and smirk,
Like some tedious old left wing jerk,
Now that even Manuel,
Admits he didn’t plan well,
And austerity just doesn’t work.
John Moynes
(Laura Hutton/Photocall Ireland)
The latest misogynist tricks
Would make sick women have to face six,
Trained medical spies,
To root out their lies,
In case they just want a quick fix.
John Moynes
(RTE)
As the mourners all try to console,
Her family and pray for her soul,
They face a long wait,
Before they cremate,
Because Britain has run out of coal.
John Moynes
(Sky)
The Centre For George Dubya looks,
Like a tribute to a gang of crooks,
But he’ll mutter and stare,
And pull out all his hair,
When he finds out they’ve filled it with books.
John Moynes
Pic: NYC Architecture

A sweet smell once hung in the air,
In a village in County Kildare,
But the boys in Kilcock,
Got a terrible shock,
When the Guards found the weed growing there.
John Moynes
(Pic: Ourkilcock.ie)