Would you Adam & Eve it on the eve of the Ashes a simple gambit
Folks Bazball blokes won't choke are bespoke Stoked and up for it
Heed & feed that decreed need for SPEED to impede Aussie cricket
Trick pick slick mix of quicks in nick at a decent lick.... just the ticket
Get set for the ferocity of this racy quintet each one a bowling bandit
Along with Big Ben his pacy men with a stun speed gun for fun habit
Fastest speedster pack all out pace attack ever sent to OZ God dammit
Genesis of old nemesis not giving a toss about the old Colonial boss innit
In a spin larrikin sin of BazBall getting under the Aussies skin.. just admit it!
On trial England's new wile & guile style versus all that vile bile denial sh*t
Stokes's bowling banquet not just a treasure chest but also a safety blanket
Reigning by regaining the Ashes crest of best Test conquest on the planet!
Jacque Laurent Agasse
a vet he came to be
As a painter not so prolifique
but his horses were just the ticket
Friday night – my daughter sang
Her heart out on the stage
As one of the performers
With the talent to engage.
The show was free, the costumes cool,
The audience entranced,
With iPhones capturing it all
As actors sang and danced.
This afternoon, a different scene,
A well-oiled dance recital,
With tickets ordered from a site,
Bouquets of flowers vital.
My grandchild, not quite 4, performed,
Her outfit quite expensive.
For her 2 minutes on the stage
The training was intensive.
My daughter’s peers have special needs,
Their show a proud reminder
That those who cannot see their skills
Should be a little kinder.
The ballerinas worked hard, too,
The ticket-holders knowing
That every girl up on that stage
Would get where she was going.
I sat through both and clapped the same
While knowing in my heart
That more than just the ticket price
Did keep these shows apart.
My Day at the Sea,
Was so free,
There were no studies.
V all played with bunnies
A new science set
Was just the ticket
When v went back
I took off my cap
And said goodbye to the Sea
There are many websites to help you
When a theatre break is what you require
You can go to London or Stratford
Book a three star hotel or much higher
So without all the dots and the dashes
the cos the coms and the nets
Here are the names you’ll be wanting
when you want to book a show next.
The most popular are Theatre Breaks in London
Folks book them in their legions
But Breaks in Stratford-Upon-Avon
Are popular in the regions
If a theme is more to your liking
Then it’s Musical Breaks you seek
But opt for Theatre Weekends
If you don’t have time midweek.
And if you have a hankering for royalty
A yen for Jubilant Celebrations
A Royal Break will be just the ticket
In a range of regal locations.
Keith was a conjurer of great skill and could do almost anything,
And so he did what he was told and gave great power to the King.
The King it seems had always felt that turning things to gold with a touch,
Would be just the ticket to please the Queen and build up the coffers and such.
But that little spell proved disastrous and Keith had to turn everything back,
The King liked the way it all worked out because it was self-control he lacked.
The Queen thought that Keith was way too handy and he needed to be farther away,
So she banished him from inside the castle walls and into the woods to stay.
A conjurer was a useful thing and Keith came when the King would call,
The King liked to have the powers at hand just not inside the castle wall.
Now Keith lives in splendid isolation but is on retainer to the King,
And would look up to the castle walls whenever the church bells would ring.
want to stay in bed
inviting whispers you’ve said…
late for work I sped
A Perfect Poet
A Perfect Poet
He wrote the poem and spelled the words so incorrectly he must tell his word
document to ignore the half of it. He tries to make a style stand out to be
eecummings in his heart he starts an idea and makes it work somewhat then he
twists the center until it gels and bleeds then he turns the ending until it seems
like just the ticket for the transfer on the bus ride home a perfect gnome a self
important man so far from home a place in time already gone so all alone and
hurt the day will come when attitude will win and all the people lose there hate
and poets win and a perfect poet rides the wind and the blanket gets so wet at
times and the life spills out when love arrives. AH HA he cried a perfect poet is
the plan a perfect poem is a different thing.
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