Propaganda well well oiled
Slander all of us embroiled
Like a ripe vipers nest coiled
Dander and our blood boiled
For whatever whatsoever we've toiled
Whenever forever wherever spoiled
Don't pander the snipers must be foiled
Or our society like Rwanda will be soiled
The King of Moab was named Balak
Truth be told, he was cruel, diabolic
Afraid of the Israelites, he hired the sorcerer Balaam
a ‘prophet-for-hire,’ he’d curse the Jews with nary a qualm
Yet whenever Balaam tried to curse the Jews
praises issued forth from his mouth, quite a few
Balak had figured the Jews’ leader, Moses, fights with words of the Lord
So he'd hire the prophet Balaam; the Lord also infuses his vocal cords…
But poor Balak made one enormous mistake
Moses stuttered badly – ‘twas Aaron’s words made the earth quake
Moses’ hidden weapon was his heart, united with God, whom he loved
unlike mercenary Balaam ~ for a heart he was devoid of
Strawberry jelly
Nailing jelly to a fence
See bright colour shines
Its impossible
Red liquid, has stained the fence
The nail is alone
This time for sure, Jimmy Olson, intent
To find out the secret of one Clark Kent --
He'd locked the phone booth
What a super-sleuth! --
Too bad: Top was wide open as a tent
in poised crouch ready
camo'd stripes in apricot
feathers fly unscathed
To Valentines Day I am true
The joy of a score means...yahoo!
Sex is a pleasant
Heart holiday present
Now ruined since I’ve caught the flu
There almost was an invasion
By the french but was foiled
A wench stopped the battalion
By getting them well oiled
Jemina N had the gumption
To take them to the inn
Rushed them to the publican
Whose beer was served within
She soon rallied up the women
Dressed in national dress
French thought it was a battalion
Surrended with no fuss
No thoughts on Bristol and London
No longer wanted to fight them
So was a foregone conclusion
No courage in boozed men.
To honour these brave welsh women
A tapestry was made
A pretty commemoration
To women of Fishguard
Thanks to the feisty West Walian Women led by Jemina Nicholas. In 1797 the French intension to invade Bristol and London, was foiled. Last attempt for anyone to invade Britain
Penned by Seren Roberts
9th January 2013
Dave...The armed robber
Bank robber
Back in sixty-three
Would leave me sleeping muvva
For much skullduggery
Raiding banks, petrol stations
And very auften...I swear
He even raided
The new joint
Called............ Mothercare
And wake his giant angel
Who very loudly snored
With booties bonnets mittens
And cardies, she adored
One day they got raided by many Old Bill
Dave got all panicked
Bout the money he did steal
Muvva said dont worry' i know the perfect place'
(she pulled out the chicken roasting)
A grin upon 'er face
She stuffed its hole with money
Whilst Dave let in, The Bill
She stood there trying not to grin
As Dave looked slightly ill
They searched high and low
Even toilet system
But never checked the fowl
Most glorious, which
Very smoothly glistened
They even praised Ma's roast
The aroma was devine
They said how they hoped
Theirs would be arf as fine
Off drove the coppers
Ma, Dave raced to the chicken
Pulled out all the dollar
Whilst happily finger licking
It shone
Finally, the rain had fallen
An end to the dust monologue
And then
Like foil unwrapped
Unmasked
Naked
It lay infront of me
Helpless
Hopeless
They wailed again
Their bellies screaming
The voices gone
The scars of their tears blinked
Only for a second
The river began to flow again
I wondered
Why the weather changed it's colors so fast!
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