Frank E Gibbard Posted April 5, 2013 Share Posted April 5, 2013 my NPM poem for April 5 The baby was the head of State with a baby's sensibilities, none too great, no ability to concentrate on much more than where are my noodles mummy? A little tyke who's shot his dummy - this infant's got charge (oh lummy!) of his nuclear toys, not best entrusted to men let alone little boys. He'd believed the tale that Davids slay huge Goliaths trouble is that the comic book lieth. Chappy's chubby fingers which in his crappy nappy normally lingers mid scratches now itches, twitches towards switches which only some grown-ups' mit dispatches to world relief. Good grief! Then wham! "Oh! dirty mini-man, you wet your pants again" as badhairhead is wiped and put to bed by the hand that rocks the presidential pram. All live happy after. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
douglas Posted April 6, 2013 Share Posted April 6, 2013 Frank! I thoroughly enjoyed this piece! You hit the nail on the head. Silly little tyrant. Quote To receive love, you have to give it... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Benjamin Posted April 6, 2013 Share Posted April 6, 2013 The whole wealth of an impoverished nation squandered on keeping the military in perpetual readiness for war. Some thing has to burst this protracted bubble of delusion. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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