Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Live in the sty: Political pig poems

US voters were shocked today after Obama revealed Republican candidate Palin to be nothing more than a "pig in lipstick".

Mrs Palin, who was unmasked as a political pig in disguise as a VP hopeful, has yet to hit back at Mr Baracks' claims....

And now to poetry. In the spirit of pointless jibes and personal attacks as the big race gets closer, TTG thought she'd give it a go herself.

Here exclusive to this blog, TTG has penned the lipstick saga in revamped and glossier versions of our old pig nursery rhymes.

Enjoy! *

1)

McCain pig went to Virginia,
Miss Palin pig went home,
Miss Palin pig wears lipstick,
Obama pig wears none,
And Miss Palin pig cried, he's picking on me
All the way home.

2)

Higglety, pigglety, top!
Obama's a political flop;
The pig's in a hurry,
her lipstick a flurry,
Higglety, pigglety, hop!

3)

To DC, to DC, to vote a fat pig,
smears again, smears again, diggety-dig;
To senate, to senate, to pick a fat cock,
Republican, Republican, shockety-shock.

4)

Obam, Obam, the Dem's ole' one,
called her a pig and away did run;
The pig did cheat, and Obama was beat,
Till he run crying down the street.



Click here to read all about the lipstick debate

Click here to see Obama's response on Sky

*TTG doesn't take any responsibility for anything printed on this blog that you, the reader, failed to find amusing in the slightest. Nor does she take any blame for any bias on this site as every step to appear neutral has been taken. Vote Obama!

Sunday, October 21, 2007

The Wonder Of Poetry - Filia Diaboli

Vacant blue eyes clock to the autumn moon, from the Brimstone slab,

Treading in tip-toed jerks, shoelace stringents of pity pump the live shell with diluteless depression.

Her paper heart scrunches and unravels as gluttonous glands secrete acidic messages of adoration.

Flushed of affection, the patchwork of racial flesh, pieced together by binds of impaled intestine, stirs from slumber.

Immoral cells collate as crookedly His child despondently creaks from her nest.

Colubrine snakes feast and fester in the child’s skull, feeding on cascading fear.

Pewter lips part, gulping the air of apathy.

Rocking on precarious heels, she stumbles, leg shod to her master.

Cracking at the seams, hellish tears smoulder and perish the maverick mass into shards of left-over bone.

Femur masked foes pour in shadow-draped droves, flocking to the devilish Messiah.

In carmine palms clutch the skin of quartered Tartarians.

Clothed in human form, the devil’s daughter stalks the barren war ground, over head, lulling

human meek into ages of treachery.