It was in Argentina
That Bull met Clementina:
The same year dumped Tina,
Who’d thought herself A Winner’
And was planning “A Dinner”
In Hotel De Cortina…
Clementina was in Fridge
And still Bull left for Cambridge:
Escape from Blown-Up Bridge?
The Much Elusive Partridge
Outwitting traps in farms ridge…
Bull was to meet a Rita
In far flung Costa Rica
Over her fought Strong Douglas
And just shattered him like glass!
Confirmed Green Snake, in Green Grass:
Rita had guessed not it’d pass!
All the time smelling of musk,
On a road willing to busk,
Now an Elephant with tusk,
Ready to hang on till dusk,
But the songs sung Empty Husk...
Third World Poor Entertainer
For footwear Red cortina...
An ironic misery,
Where a Brown owns livery
And lives in a plain luxury;
To his girlfriends ivory
And newest catch Burberry
Catch who tells men "No story!"
Always show women "Glory"...
A scene one meets in Third World:
Fewer chosen from few called;
Hungry struggling poor talent
Obeying not The Salient.
So stately behind the wheel
That old Cortina could have been a Rolls
The engine chugged
To the beat of your heart
Slow and steady
Making the drive home last
Captain of your ship
For five peaceful minutes
True Story
Tooling down the highway, through a New South country town
Listen to the crackle on CB
A voice comes through the speaker, faint and on its own
I wonder if they could be calling me
Now the CB things illegal, so we need to take some care
It could be an Inspector or a Cop
I'd like to reply to them, but do I really dare
I found an isolated place where I could stop
I made an answer to the call, asked roughly where they were
Turns out that they were not far down the road
I returned to say where I was, but made the spot a blur
There is no such thing as safety overload
Along comes a red Cortina, with antenna on the guard
I put out my left hand to flag him down
I was closer than he thought I was, so put the brakes on hard
The first stop that they had made since Sydney Town
He got out and came towards me, his wife still in the car
We had a yarn and planned to meet another day
Now that was forty years ago, and I can say that they still are
The closest friends, that we have had up to this day
Ford Anglia
Ford Anglia, Ford Anglia,
You were always my favourite Car.
Distinctive shape and two-toned colour,
In the showroom, you were the Star.
Cortina, my Cortina,
Your sleek lines made a statement.
People would often turn their heads,
In wonder and amazement.
Zodiac, mighty Zodiac,
A real Man’s motor was this big boy.
Leather seats and chrome hub caps,
The Daddy with his pride and joy.
Escort, oh classic Escort,
You certainly broke the mould.
A family car that thrilled a generation,
So popular, millions were sold.
The old Fords had some character,
Unlike Fiesta, Mondeo or Focus.
Though the exhaust fumes weren’t too green,
Carbon Monoxide used to choke us.
O cortina asurzitoare cade
anun?ând prin cei patru ca foametea
a încetat,
iar totul e infinit.
Caut o lumina, dar culori amare
ma orbesc.
Bezna ma-nconjoara, ne cuprinde pe toti;
ochii nu-mi mai folosesc.
Mereu sunt doua.
Caut un sunet, o ?oapta calda
sau un strigat.
Rugaciunile curg printre strigatele înal?atoare;
ma asurzesc.
Din nou doua. Unde e?ti?
Caut...ceva; nu ?tiu ce caut,
dar înca simt. Îi simt
?i pe Ei ?i pe ceilal?i.
Sufletele devin argin?i
pentru zamislirea unei noi lumi.
Con?tiin?a mi-e amor?ita. S-a ales.
Memoria moare trecând,
iar spiritul transcende.
Acum binele ?i raul sunt doar una...
o târguiala repetata.
Ce urmeaza?
Trâmbi?ele furate imi rasfrâng
gândurile deja înghe?ate.
Unde ai disparut?
Across the road wild verbena
Wide open arena display
A field's array phenomena.
Would modena clover bouquet
More buffet my heart's cortina?
No! Verbena made this sweet day
A form called Wreath
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(xAxxxx)xB
(xBxxxx)xA
(xAxxxx)xB
(xBxxxx)xA
(xAxxxx)xB
x=unrhymed word
A rhymes with A
B rhymes with B
The internal rhyme can be the second to sixth word in each line.
Definitions:
Verbena is a lavender or light purple blossoming plant that can be wild or hybertized
Phenomena_ something remarable
Modena_crimson
Buffet_beat upon
Cortina_cobbwebby veil consisting of silky fibrils
It was in my old Cortina
Well you really should have seen her
She was naked as the day that she was born
We had only just begun, we were having lots of fun
When her foot came crashing down upon the horn
Well, she gave a little groan and a steady little moan
Then from nowhere came the loudest ever scream
She was thrashing all about, she was trying to get out
And then suddenly the lights were on main beam
Soon the door was open wide as she made her way outside
She was hopping on the tarmac in the nude
It was comic, it was farce just to see her naked ****
But I’m sure the other people thought it rude
She was cold and she was damp and was happy now the cramp
Had abated, though the memory lingered on
Climbing quickly back inside, trying desperately to hide
She got dressed and moments later we were gone
Now it’s nice to go al fresco, but, the car park outside Tesco
Is just not the place to park when you feel frisky
So, next time we get denuded it’ll be somewhere secluded
At a place where getting caught is far less risky
Rupert Lang set out from London,
it was ten minutes to eight.
He meant to travel to the Midlands
to be with his dad in hospital
in Birmingham. Weather forecast:
chance of rain.
Peter Smith drove down from Penrith,
he was traveling to Dover
to take the channel tunnel to spend
the next two weeks vacationing
with his family in France.
On a section of the M1 south of Birmingham
a Vauxhall Vega, its driver asleep at the wheel,
jumped the grassy median into the north-bound lanes
and crashed headlong into a Ford Cortina.
An unclaimed hotel reservation
and the latest Playboy magazine
fluttered to rest, side by side,
on the shoulder close to exit 31.
Robert Lang set out from London,
it was ten minutes to eight.
He meant to travel to the Midlands
to be with his dad in hospital
in Birmingham. Weather forecast:
chance of rain.
Peter Smith drove down from Penrith,
he was traveling to Dover
to take the channel tunnel to spend
the next two weeks vacationing
with his family in France.
On a section of the M1 south of Birmingham
a Vauxhall Vega, its driver asleep at the wheel,
jumped the grassy median into the north-bound lanes
and crashed headlong into a Ford Cortina.
An unclaimed hotel reservation
and the latest Playboy magazine
fluttered to rest, side by side,
on the shoulder next to exit 31.
Rupert Lang set out from London,
it was ten minutes to eight.
He meant to travel to the Midlands
to be with his dad in hospital
in Birmingham. Weather forecast:
chance of rain.
Peter Smith drove down from Penrith,
he was traveling to Dover
to take the channel tunnel to spend
the next two weeks vacationing
with his family in France.
On a section of the M1 south of Birmingham
a Vauxhall Vega, its driver asleep at the wheel,
jumped the grassy median into the north-bound lanes
and crashed headlong into a Ford Cortina.
An unclaimed hotel reservation
and the latest Playboy magazine
fluttered to rest, side by side,
on the shoulder close to exit 31.
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