Olympian idiot Pat,
Somehow convinced himself that,
A proud Ulster prod,
Would see nothing odd,
About selling himself like a twat.

John Moynes

(IOC)

Though Mitt’s on a slippery slope,
The debates last week threw him a rope,
Now he’s clutching at straws,
With his manicured paws,
By declaring a war against Hope.

John Moynes

 Dublin can be close to bliss,
But there’s one thing that’s badly amiss,
Since they opened hostilities,
On public facilities,
Which really was taking the piss.

John Moynes

(Pic: Archiseek)

Three cheers of El President Squee,
As he crosses the ocean to see,
A number of sites,
Where folk defend rights,
That’s where he always wants to be.

John Moynes

Unless you can do better?

Oh yes, it’s a Friday Squee in Chile ‘rick off.

A prize for the finest Limerick.

Lines close at 1pm.

At last the debates can begin,
A tedious evening of spin,
It seems Mitt’s the man,
With a new “Five Point Plan”,
A most unoriginal sin.

John Moynes

Our man of the people, Chief Ed,
Had the Torygraph staff seeing red,
As he stood up to squash,
The corrupt and the posh,
While leaving his own plans unsaid.

John Moynes

The lifestyle enjoyed by the Queen,
Is so lavish it’s downright obscene,
There’s a chance now that you,
Could sign up with her crew,
If you’re willing to get your hands clean.

John Moynes