The following poem by Towyn Mason appeared in the Sunday Telegraph on 24 December 1967. Mason felt that we have too much acronyms that it’s not even funny. This was his way of conveying his view. See how many acronyms you can recognize.
‘Euratom!’ cried Oiccu, sly and nasa,
T’ll wftu in the iscus with my gatt.’
‘No! No!’ the Eldo pleaded, pale with asa.
‘My unctad strictly nato on comsat.’
The Oiccu gave a wacy little intuc.
He raft and waved his anzac oldefo.
‘Bea imf !’ he eec, a smirk upon his aituc.
And smote the Eldo on his ganefo.
The Eldo drew his udi from its cern,
He tact his unicet with fearless fao.
The Oiccu swerved but could not Comintern;
He fell afpro, and dying moaned, ‘Icao!’
The moon came up above the gasbiindo.
The air no longer vip with intercom.
A creeping icftu stirred the maphilindo
And kami was restored to Nasakom.
‘O kappi gum!’ the fifa sang in cento,
‘O cantat till the neddy unficyp.’
The laser song re-echoed through the seato.
As the Eldo radar home to unmogip.