Posts by Philip Challinor
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I've already had email from a NatRad listener saying that they hope I fall off my bike and die, so there's no need for anyone else to mention this point again
I am less disturbed by the cycling business than by the fact that (a) this is a toddler post with multiple YouTube clips, and more emphatically (b) this is a toddler post with multiple YouTube clips and it's the one you didn't get cold feet about. So as far as my hopes go, falling off your bike is optional.
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Being branded as (horror!) a feminist
Turns Zen monk to fevered adrenalist.
Of persons so labelled
The fury is fabled:
Of all bitter lemons, the lemonest. -
As a copper it seems I am fated
By ethnical types to be hated.
They can be such bores
Because of their jaws
Becoming disarticulated. -
Possibly, assuming that excessive floccinaucinihilipilification does not induce pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicavolcanoconiosis.
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Oh, for a sodding muse of fire that would ascend
The brightest heaven of effing invention,
And bloody well help me to portend
According to my bollocking intention.
Oh, for a sodding muse to help me tell my story
With rhyme and tmesis fit to bugger aliens;
Alas that I am so inarticulafuckingtory
Compared to you sesquipebastardalians. -
I feel a strange presence beside
Me: a Minister trying to ride
Me! A real pretty pass -
But is that Paula's arse
Or the face of poor Glue-snorter Hide? -
Ms Bennett and her horsey may soon be required to trample a few dreams in another hemisphere. All three losers of the British general election are blathering about the need for stable government.
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needless to say that I am always in awe of the mindboggling and limerickaliciously talented Philip Challinor
Statements like that are never needless.
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A middle-aged super named Bennett
Said, "I disagree with the tenet
Which says I must drape
Myself in a cape;
For breeding counts more than looks, ennit?" -
A lady at Cabinet table
Directed, as best she was able,
Her psychic percipience
At welfare recipients
From out of the ghost of a stable.Together, the horsey and Paula
Made one ectoplasmical mauler
Which hissed at the team:
"It's the end of the dream!"
While they thought of some nice names to call her.Her Cabinet colleagues said, "Pah!
Just who do these two think they are?
It's all very well
Giving poor people hell,
But this goes just one lap too phar!"