Sunday, 18 June 2017
rats and bats
the bats love the heat like fish love the water
rats live off the slaughter
the suckers of the blood is dinner for Miss brother
rats do not care nor bother
rats and bats supper not delight
neither of which care to fight
Thursday, 1 December 2016
the sun the moon the star
to gaze into space is to never lose face
the millions of miles beyond
is the ground never found
from here to there we go around
the craft the speed of sound
to be there is homeward bound
choice of your master
well who might be the boss
your father or the clowns ring toss
who has the final say
your boss or another day
to say who is your master
is to run a mile faster
to say you belong to me
the verse you long to see
Tuesday, 18 October 2016
Atop the hill
The mountain calls the fog does fall
Up the hill the oats the corn the call
Rocks gravel sand turns to dust
Does and bucks the lust
Out comes the gun the black crows the fun
Bang bang from tow hundred yards
The crows do scatter
Wat the hell crows don,t matter
Up the hill the oats the corn the call
Rocks gravel sand turns to dust
Does and bucks the lust
Out comes the gun the black crows the fun
Bang bang from tow hundred yards
The crows do scatter
Wat the hell crows don,t matter
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