Magog In Egypt
British Labour MP (and Welsh werewolf) Magog Rhys Petley’s peace mission to Syria last month was a total failure.
Syrian President Bashar Assad refused to meet him saying, “I don’t talk to werewolves.”
Leaders of the Syrian Opposition refused to meet him citing severe allergies to wolf hairs.
So Magog chose to holiday in Egypt just as anti-Morsi protests erupted in Cairo’s Tahrir Square.
Then when the Army ousted the Islamist President of Egypt Mohammed Morsi this past Wednesday, he had to endure militant pro-Morsi protests.
So he stopped drinking buttermilk (the only known antidote to his particular lycanthropy condition) because he discovered that when he turned into a werewolf, most people tended to get out of his way.
Now he was standing in front of the Sphinx pondering its riddle.
He took out a Caramilk bar and ate it.
In another 24 hours, he’d be visiting Bethlehem in the West Bank opening up a new maternity ward in a hospital there.
He had been invited to do so by a friend of his in the Palestinian Authority.
Magog dropped the Caramilk wrapper- coincidentally in the direction of Bethlehem.
The Welsh werewolf slouched over to pick it up.
An Irish tourist reading a book of William Butler Yeats’ poetry walked by.
To be continued.
The Moving Statue
As Pan Goatee serial killer slashed the fat ugly female cyclist to death
making sure the aesthetically facially challenged blimp was devoid of breath,
the statue of Neb-Senu
being from planet Nibiru
moved in its glass case in Manchester
dancing like Jack Benny’s butler Rochester
in this museum inspired by the Muses nine
spirit beings found it fine
especially entity Neb-Senu
when he moved from Park Avenue
when the Wall Street banker he did possess
lost an encounter with a bus in much distress
so it returned to its statuely home
devoid of constantly ringing phone
into the statuette donated in 1933
the year Hitler took Germany
and stamped it with his destiny
a statue made about 1800 B.C.
when desert devil gods roamed free
and the Nile River took its star Sirius-ly
what rough beast? Its hour come round at last
stops at McDonald’s for breakfast?
one slouching towards Bethlehem
waiting to be born
a statue that moves
at blast of car horn.
It eventually moves 180 degrees
but moves even more
at a patron’s sneeze.
-A poem written by Christopher
Wednesday afternoon
June 26th 2013
inspired by reports
of a moving Egyptian statue
in a Manchester museum.
Dracul Van Helsing 
Haikus Inspired By Yeats’ Poem The Second Coming
November 24, 2014 at 7:44 pm (Commentary, Geopolitics and International Relations, Literature, News, Poetry) (haiku, news, poem, The Second Coming, William Butler Yeats, William Butler Yeats' The Second Coming)
Haikus Inspired By Yeats’ Poem The Second Coming
Watch the nightly news
Things fall apart; anarchy
is loosed on the world
The world turns and turns
but the centre cannot hold
Best sleep; Worst awake
The deaf falcon flies
above tides where innocence
drowns in sea of blood
Blood-dimmed tide is loosed
The world in 2014
Yeats’ rough beast arrives
-A series of haikus
written by Christopher
Monday November 24th
2014.
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