Showing posts with label Prince. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Prince. Show all posts
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Obama's Discovery of India
Greeting Congressmen, he wasn't naughty,
Nor was Obama distant or haughty,
Meeting Rahul, the middle-aged,
Obama declared as a sage,
"India's dynamic youth are all over forty."
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Big Brother learns to tap dance
Big Brother, you've earned yourself a limerick:
It seems our phone lines are tapped
To plug the information gap,
Thousands are employed,
Ministers are overjoyed
Listening to unadulterated crap.
On your phone when you hear strange clicks,
Try some shrewd and canny tricks,
Chant a melodic Italian aria
Praise the Prince and Mama Sonia,
Who knows, you'll be chosen the Prince's sidekick.
Labels:
Congress,
Crap,
Heir,
Limerick,
ministers,
Outlook Magazine,
Phone Taps,
Prince,
Rahul Gandhi,
satire,
Sonia Gandhi,
Wiretaps
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