¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ sweet content, ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ moves the ¦¦¦¦¦¦ Muse ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ when ¦¦¦¦¦ truth come whole and pure
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
'T is ¦¦¦ the calm ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
That sees ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ the problem true;
They ¦¦¦¦ know, on whom 't has prest
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
These ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ happy souls ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ only study the disease,
Alas, who live not to detect.
(Blackout of In the Depths by Arthur Hugh Clough)
Wonder why dearly creatives are really gruff
Ponder artists fright...why they're in a right huff
As if their plight wasn’t nearly hard enough
Now AI picks alright clearly nicks natives stuff
Copyright blight.. tight AI guys fight with trite guff
Won’t share …it’s unfair…don’t care..life’s tough
Your ”off the cuff”.. they lazily buff.. crazily turn to fluff
Like a stranger getting your lover or wife up the duff
Red hot bot rot danger is rife but still they will just bluff
Strife..this lot don’t give a jot ..another blot we must rebuff
Muster the puff to bust their bluster..off they trot..play rough
Stand tall..together they’ll fall..grab by their neck’s scruff
As sagacity…loquacity.. bodacity & veracity techs nab & snuff
Authentic becomes drab identikit wrecks..cultures these vultures scuff
These AI fingers lingers in everyone else’s pies…Nuff is a Nuff
Yep and I can hear in my ear.. dear old.. Brian Clough chuff
“That’s Bloody rubbish”
AI guys lies..snaffling then raffling is baffling…but surprise surprise in the buff…it’s total shruff!
Arthur Hugh Clough
of technique could not get enough
A version of hexmeter so classique
reveals talent quite unique
A-uthor's
R-ighteous
T-heme
H-as
U-sed
R-emarkable
H-appiness
U-ntil
G-reeter
H-appily
C-omposes
L-ines
O-f
U-ntold
G-reat
H-eavenliness
Topic: Birthday of poet Arthur Hugh Clough (January 01)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
James has been rowing since he was aged eleven,
At Peterborough rowing club and at junior events,
But whilst at London Uni a crash sadly broke his back,
So that now he takes part in disability sports contests.
He’s a Legs, Trunk and Arms, LTA mixed cox four,
Racing with Grace Clough and also with Oliver Hester,
Pamela Relph, also Naomi Riches or Oliver James,
Who co-ordinates with cox efforts as he’s no jester.
In the 2014 Worlds in Amsterdam, the Nethherlands,
James with the team won the gold, patted the water,
And in 2015 at the Worlds in Alguebelette in France,
James won with the mixed team another gold garter.
And in the World Cup in Italy in the city of Varese,
In 2015 they collected yet another gold, tight rowing,
And in Rio they rejoiced for a very long few days,
After they took top spot again, owing to their training.
Dan started rowing in the year 2010,
When he needed a sports activity,
To enjoy having had a car crash, fen,
Which affected his ankle propensity.
The accident affected his wrists also,
But he tried it and could make rowing,
So he joined Reading Rowing circle,
Soon to join Upper Thames glowing.
He was a Little Heath school pupil,
From Reading, born November 1982,
Playing for Wokingham at football,
When the accident occurred, not due.
In 2012 he joined the British squad,
Which greatly influenced his efficacy,
Because in 2014 and 2015, baud,
He won gold at the Worlds sassy.
Dan rows in the LTA mixed cox four,
Normally with mates Grace Clough,
Pamela Relph, James Fox’s oar,
And with Oliver James the cox.
He helps the team to winning victory,
In a huge way each and every time,
And in Rio the five celebrated loudly,
When they won gold for their line.
In the fifties, just a lad
Cheering locals with me Dad
2nd tier, watch 'em play,
Mannion, Peacock, Clough and Day
Swinging 60s, working man
Got the fever, diehard fan,
3rd division, hear the moans,
Fernie, Irvine, Gibson, Jones
70s and flying high
Set 'em free and watch 'em fly
Goals galore and endless thrills,
Souness, Maddren, Boam and Mills
80s now, heartache, gloom
Dying dreams, impending doom,
Bright young lads dispel those cares
Parky, Mowbray, Cooper, Pears
Nineties riches all around
World class players, brand new ground
Things get better, things get worse,
Boksic, Rava, Juno, Merse
Noughties came we won a cup
Sadly down then followed up
Prognosis not looking good,
Southgate, Alves, Mido, Flood
Banners out now Aitor's here,
Time for hope and time for cheer
Hopeful how this one will end
Nugent, Clayton, Downing, Friend
Got it done, got it right,
With the big boys, the top flight,
Staying strong, see this through,
Gaston, Gibbo, Fabio, N'sue.
Paid me dues, done the miles,
Shed the tears, worn the smiles
Shook me 'ead in despair, praise
Times I've had on BORO DAYS.
Boots across his shoulders, striding through the park
Bright young man of 20, out to make his mark
On his way to Ayresome, living out the dream
Playing centre forward for his hometown football team
And yeah, I was there.
Goals were this lad's business, poaching was his game
Scoring by the dozen, on his way to fame
Stealing all the headlines, stirring up the crowd
Mixing it with hard men, bloody but unbowed
And yeah, I was there.
Never ducked a tackle, never jacked it in,
Never stopped competing till a draw became a win
Always put his head there, always had a go
Always 90 minutes and he always stole the show
Looking back in wonder, deep down memory lane
Matchdays in the Holgate, sunshine through the rain
Five fantastic seasons, never quite enough
The legend in my lifetime that was Boro's Brian Clough
And yeah, I was there
Oh yeah....... I was there.
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Thank you for reading this.
WATCH ME SING THIS IN CONCERT ON YOUTUBE, 'BOOTS - LOUIS SPENCE' THANK YOU.
So you old bugger
you’ve gone
and how many more will there be of
you
in the top
one
watching from Holgate you’d just come back
you'd scored for England B
against Scotland
plaster on your brow
Ayresome
autograph book in hand
boys lined up
worshipping
“One signing only
Charles Buchan Football Monthly haven’t I signed once
for you i’m not here for the good of me health”
did you say“young man” back then?
August 1958
won first match of the season
9-0 Brighton
You got
FIVE
Sign this Brian?
“Do I know you? One signing only
Charles Buchan Football Monthly
haven’t I signed once for you i’m not here for the good of me health”
in the heat of the morning
training
“they call me Mr Clough I call me old Big ‘Ead”
did I ever really walk on water
I do now
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