A patantly decent Christaian soul, from what i read of Anne on the whole, if she
Got a thing wrong..To make amends she
Took not long.' A decent and a caring soul
From what i know? On the whole, such a bad.? No terrible event, i will caution not to vent.' Was it done to tip the scales into
Mayhem? Anger; rage.' I think that such she would not want.? Yet actions and answers are needed and how.' Thirty years of mis-handling, must be ended and
Starting now.' Make no milage Nigel of her
Demise' yet let this be the moment of Britains reprise.' Support your indigenous
Who are such as she, redraw your prioritys, end the sleaze, fly the flags at
Half mast and see, respect is offered to
Anne; right living, and her home country.'
Britain’s
Biggest
Cover up
As Britain’s biggest broadcasters,
you should hang your heads in shame.
For his despicable crimes,
your cover-ups are to blame.
We won’t give him the honour
of repeating his vile name —
you filled up your cups
as he played his sickening game.
For years and years
you ignored the tears
of innocent young people,
all the time knowing
they stood in the presence of pure evil.
As Britain’s biggest broadcasters,
you had a duty of care —
but that duty seemed reserved
for a man in a tracksuit
with greasy long blonde hair.
I’m not sure how you slept at night
knowing what he had done,
letting this monster
steal the innocence of the young.
You allowed them to become smitten
with the most prolific offender in Britain,
while hiding the truth
of his most depraved intentions.
So hang your heads in shame —
for Britain’s biggest cover-up,
your actions are to blame.
Blood coats your hands,
your silence — the crime.
The victims are buried,
but you’ll serve the time.
For every child broken,
for every soul maimed —
history remembers.
And it spits out your name.
Shadows of the past so dark, upon us now'
I note' and if you'll hark.? an image of anubis past
Will kiss the hand, of Britains caste
A geriatric and a pagan lover.
UK'S new king.' maybe the last?
The product of an ever absent mother
Gives creed to every kind of god; to smother.'
Drugs are rife, and sickness reigns
To the sound of raucous jubilant strains
Strands of reason, are derided its decided.!
The genus of image, shall it satisfiy us?
How deep we've sunk in this abyss
Embracing reason is frowned upon
Whilst we edifiy the greatest wrongs.'
one hundred meters run and swim
gymnastic teeters in the gym
judo boxing race on bikes
rowing coxing running spikes
water polo lifting weights
shooting solo tens and eights
football hockey all ball sports
fast and rocky kayak course
wrestling diving shuttle cock
sailors striving around the clock
dancing horses games with swords
racing courses springing boards
synchronized swimming taekwondo
atheletes winning skill with bow
hurdles cycling and pole vault
chasing spike king usain bolt
national teams state there claims
at britains dream olympic games
Arms out stretched I reach for the sky
and spin like a childs spinning top
as the rain drips into my eyes.
Im set free , Im top of the world.
14 seconds is all that it took .
She had'nt got my x factor, but she had the looks.
To many photo's and paprazzi around.
And no double barrel surname for you to learn.
Ive already been replaced with the next young guy.
I wish him well and lots of luck.
Keeping a princess happy really tough
And I wonder if I have, nicoles number in my little black book.
For the non x factor readers http://www.mirror.co.uk/3am/celebrity-news/cheryl-granted-britains-fastest-divorce-9087698
I read it in the press today
The guys in Britain must have all turned gay
The local sperm bank is in need of ‘funds’
Only nine donors, guess other men have shunned
I thought the men would be dashing to deposit
Looks like they are all hiding in the closet!
Poem penned after reading this article
http://www.theguardian.com/science/2015/aug/31/britains-national-sperm-bank-wants-men-to-prove-their-manhood
01~09~15
My best friend,
is one of a kind,
she's one in a million,
a rare gem to find.
Despite all she's been through,
and she's had her fair share,
she's dealt with and accepted,
with no remorse or despair.
She's faced most of lifes problems,
loss, sadness and neglect,
yet continues to remain happy,
she's the toughest chick i've met.
She's raised three beautiful daughters,
and married the man of her dreams,
and is now pouncing up that career ladder,
she's near the top it seems.
If I could present a trophy,
for Britains number one chick,
my award would go out to my best friend,
there's no doubt about it!
Thanks for always being there,
when i've been sad and down,
to me you are my hero,
the bestest friend around.
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