Well.. here's a poem about the Rhea ...as you mit have guessed. It started life as a rou draut, and nearly came to nout, but now, here it is .... in the full lit of day .... The Rhea has, unfortunately, lost the power of Flit But, despite his dreadful loss he is a truly awesome Sit We keep ours in the garden, but he comes indoors most Nits It's all because he once was scared by the awesome Northern Lits. One problem is, the cat and him, they love to have a Fit They make an awful racket, and it lasts most of the Nit They're both terrific Fiters, the results are very Tit If they were real professionals, their future would be Brit. (But sometimes, outside in the rain, he yields a mournful Si And we can only wonder, does he think his end is Ni ?) Another thing about him is, his IQ = Nout They haven't really helped at all, all those textbooks that we've Bout We've tried all different sorts of foods, like Jam and Tripe and Dou To Briten up his dinky brain, but it didn't work, Althou, Maybe the quantities we served were never quite Enou. So, if you decide to keep a Rhea, the going might be Tou I've mentioned how he likes a Fit, he really could get Rou So we've given ours to the bloke next door, Norman Barraclou ! When dead, I've heard, the Rhea often comes back as a ost But I never would believe such guff, I would have to be a fool So, just to check I've written to the Saturday Evening Post. And they've told me, reliably, that they come back as a oul ! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ There is, you'll be glad to hear, another Rhea poem (?) in the pipeline, so at least you've got something to look forward to. I bet you didn't know that poems were kept in a trou while they were still in their rou form, then put into said pipeline. I've got one about Captain Bli that's been in there for weeks. Oh, and another about the Chou .... I must get that one finished. This bit of music should have gone with yesterday's harticule ... Stiff Little Fingers .. " Alternative Ulster" ... Rou, Tou and more than Enou ! Early vinyl copies are much sout after, I believe. There's nothin' for us in Belfast
The Pound's old, and that's a pity OK, so there's the Trident in Bangor And then you walk back to the city We ain't got nothin' but they don't really care They don't even know you know They just want money, we can take it or leave it What we need Is an Alternative Ulster Grab it and change it, it's yours Get an Alternative Ulster Ignore the bores and their laws Get an Alternative Ulster Be an anti-security force Alter your native Ulster Alter your native land Take a look where you're livin' You got the army on the street And the R-U-C dog of repression Is barking at your feet Is this the kind of place you want to live? Is this where you want to be? Is this the only life we're gonna have? What we need Is an Alternative Ulster Grab it and change it, it's yours Get an Alternative Ulster Ignore the bores and their laws Get an Alternative Ulster Be an anti-security force Alter your native Ulster Alter your native land They say they're a part of you And that's not true, you know They say they've got control of you And that's a lie, you know They say you will never Be free, free, free Alternative Ulster Alternative Ulster Alternative Ulster Alternative Ulster Oh, you've done it now! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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