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Born in 1874 Sir Winston Leonard Spencer-Churchill
Nicknamed Winnie, with a Bulldog spirit ~ resembled my Bulldog Bill
In thinking time sat on his ‘Throne’, Lord Privy Seal rang Winston’s phone
Yelling his retort said, ‘Tell him I can only deal ~ with one s*** at a time’
22nd January 2019
Contest: Educate Me with Humour - Leader Clerihew
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
4th place
Sir Winston Churchill was a British writer, military leader and statesman. Twice named prime minister of the United Kingdom, he was known for his bulldog spirit and his rousing rhetoric; he also won the Nobel Peace Prize for Literature in 1953. Churchill became the first civilian in the 20th century to be given a state funeral, which is normally reserved for kings and queens only. For three days and three nights, Churchill lay in state in 900-year-old Westminster Hall as more than 300,000 mourners filed past the casket, hewn from English oaks taken from his family estate. Such was the country’s admiration for Churchill that Queen Elizabeth II broke with monarchical tradition to attend a funeral for someone outside of the royal family. Even more unusual, the queen gave precedence to one of her subjects and arrived at the cathedral before the former prime minister’s casket.
17th November 2020
Contest Name QUAT-RO your four line Contest
Sponsor Brian Strand
N/A
Inspiration - What Child Is This - by Greensleeves
Lord, you sent your son to show us the way,
and dead- in his mother's arms he lay;
an innocent child was born under a sparkling star,
his path decided but always, always a son to her.
When I am lost and alone in this worldly realm Lord,
wandering, wandering and my tears have all poured;
I know you are always close by and supporting me,
holding, holding me close with arms none can see.
O, what child, what child is this the wise men said,
born to a virgin woman in this barn, this shed;
so, if your son could let go of his pain for all of us,
then, help me Lord to let go of all my distress.
When I am lost and alone in this worldly realm Lord,
wandering, wandering and my tears have all poured;
I know you are always close by and supporting me,
holding, holding me close with arms none can see.
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January 7, 2020
Poetry/Quatrain/When I Am Lost
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1214-674-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for FFI Blog Series 57 - Quat Sequ
Brian Strand
Podium Place 1