Holy smoke! We’ve a Pope! Triple Limerick.

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Well, knock me down with a feather!

There’s been a grand change in the weather,

Maga snowflakes are wilting,

God’s light’s unrelenting,

Now the Orange one’s all in a lather.

There’s a saying, cold hands and warm hearts,

Do Don’s tiny hands hold big parts?

Has he been a - messin’

Where he shouldn’t a - been messin’?

Best confess, Don, and beg Leo’s blessing!

Yes, bless you, Pope Leo the Fourteenth,

The fascists are venting their spleen,

Snowflakes are in meltdown,

That a Marxist’s been crowned,  

Poor Don wears a frown, he’s a has-been.

Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh 9th May 2025