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The Witch Hunter.

let every old woman with a wrinkled face,
she should be aware,she lives in disgrace,
a furrowed brow,hairy lip and single tooth,
know me well,i'll get the truth.
a squinty eye and scolding tongue,
the squeaky voice she's had from very young,
you will never hide from me,
i'm the witch hunter general you see.
my name shall be feared throughout this land,
my hunting of witches will go as planned,
first you'll be tossed into a cell,
stripped naked and starved,until you tell.
i'll start to prick to cause you pain,
and i'll do it over and over again,
then you'll be bound to stool or table,
cross legged of course,even if you're not able.
after twenty four hours the cramps will set in,
again poked and prodded,but i'll use a new pin,
you'll then walk the stones til your feet bleed,
still i reckon you don't get to feed.
then you're taken for a swim in the lake,
your baptism water you didn't take,
if you're innocent you will drowned,
but if you sink a true witch i've found.
this cruelty wasn't enough,mathew got no kicks,
a new style was developed,it only took two ticks,
he bent victims double,tied thumb to big toe,
a rope round the waist,in the water they'd go.
these people were worn down by his torturous way,
but hopkins was going to have his say,
one question he used in the brow beating session,
you're aquainted with the devil,i want a confession.
a nod or monosyllabic reply will do the trick,
or my man will beat you again with the stick,
then poor john lowes,a suffolk minister of note,
was told you're a witch,i can tell by your coat,
a quarrelsome gent of seventy was poor john,
disliked by many,they wanted him gone,
hopkins took the task to prove he was right,
john was kept awake for many a day and a night.
they ran him till he was out of breath,
he was weary, and scared half to death,
so he confessed to get some peace,
then the torturous pain would cease.
hopkins said"another one i didn't let survive",
john went to the scaffold august 1645,
no cleargy would read for him at his grave,
a villager said"to the devil john was no slave".
who knows how many poor sould were lost,
letting hopkins rule,had it's own cost,
more than 200 people this way met their fate,
by the time hopkins hit norfolk,it was too late.
his trials of blood passed through our countryside,
in his work mathew  hopkins took great pride.

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I Won'T Alway Be a Bottle.

my life is useful,not a joke,
i'm a plastic bottle,no not just for coke,
everyday i'm important to you,
without me you wouldn't get through.
think,how would you get your squeezy sauce?
or the washing up liquid of course,
cleaners for the oven and the loo,
or the bleach for drains to name a few.
i started life way underground,
oil was drilled for,i was found,
i am a by- product of oil you see,
that makes plastic,you get me.
i have many uses in my plastic state,
boxes,cartons and cling film my mate,
but be careful how you disguard me,
for i'm not biodegradable you see.
but humans are getting cleverer now,
they add bits to my makeup somehow,
that helps us to be eco friendly too,
we can be recycled,and made anew.
i won't always be a bottle,i could be a jar,
or bits you can put into a car,
i've many uses,i'm quite versatile,
in specs for instance,you then see the smile.
my relations are p.v.c. and polythene,
they make bags,wrappers and dustbins supreme,
you should recycle,not just disguard,
then life on the planet wouldn't be hard.
everthing can be used over and over again,
less rubbish,less mess,less acid rain,
so please think before you cause pollution,
the ways,recycle,thats the solution

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These Islands Will Stay Ours.

the lads in the paras and those in the army,
went to fight a war we knew was barmy,
they travelled the seas for many miles,
until they reached the faulkland isles.
the argentinians wanted to fight,
saying the malvenas were theirs, they had the right,
our government didn't listen to their demands,
nothing but nothing would spoil the plans.
the faulklands were of british rule,
no one take we brits for the fool,
to protect these isles that belonged to our queen,
the lads fought battles,some at goosegreen.
then the enemy decended on a small village,
with malice they were to rape and pillage,
these lads saw sights they've no wish to recall,
still in nightmares they see it all,
it's only post traumatic stress they're told,
it was shell shock back in days of old,
take them back to set free their ghosts,
let the argentinians this time play the hosts.

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Our Cats.

minimus and maximus,are two special cats of note,
one has short wiry fur,the other a long coat,
mini as you may gather,she's all skin and bone,
maxi on the other hand weighs in at half a stone.
for twins they are like chalk and cheese,
no two things are the same,
she is sleek and boisterous,he's just fat and untame.
mini is cute and cuddly,
maxi's an elephant on the prowl,
she will purr at you quite softly,
he'll just thunder and growl.
mini fit's through the cat flap, maxi is way oversize,
she will give your hand a tap,
he'll bring tears to your eyes,
mini can climb the curtains and swing from off the pole,
maxi can't do anything,but he'll give his eyes a roll.
she goes into the garden to chase the butterflies,
he is laid on the patio,well thats no big surprize,
but for all their faults they're special,
as special as can be,
cos these are the two little kittens,
that were bought for my brother and me.

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A Last Word For Pat.

this is an epitaph to uncle pat,
who died because he got over fat,
for breakfast he had cereals and toast,
but only two loaves of bread,he'd boast.
then for lunch,fish,chips and mushy peas,
he could eat three helpings of these,
then for tea,eight sausages,bacon and eggs,
until his weight finally broke both legs.
from his hips down they used a ton of plaster,
to each foot they fitted a castor,
a stool with wheels under his bum,
then liquid food,oh that made pat glum.
but very soon his belly began to shrink,
it started to make pat stop to think,
he said"gosh it's years since I've seen the floor"
i won't eat rubbish food no more,
his pot came off,a slim pat he did see,
i'll reward myself with a cruise to be free,
he drank wine after supper,he got very drunk,
then broke his neck when he fell from the bunk.

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Why Pearl Why.

three years into the war,things went amiss,
intellegence failed to impress upon this,
sunday7/12/41.that was a fateful day,
pearl was devestated,and not from far away.
a small isle called oahu didn't know what,
now the u.s. fleet was a smouldering dot,
within two hours five battleships were sunk,
sixteen damaged,hundreds of planes now junk.
only chance saved the carriers,they weren't there,
based at pearl,but had been sent elsewhere,
on our american boys this day took it's toll,
2400 of life lost control,1178 were badly maimed,
because japan said "these isles can be tamed"
they thought they had the right to dominate,
like italy and hitler were to dictate,
pearl harbour was a means to an end,
the japs thought it would ake roosevelt bend,
it didn't work,it blew up in their face,
this one they'd loose and be in disgrace.
the morale wasn't weakened,the opposite in fact,
it made our boys with determination react,
through slyness,round one the japs had to win,
but then the battle was to begin,
not many  left to remember what they saw,
finally these brave young americans won the war.

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A Big Thank-You.

if only certain areas could talk,
you'd get some war stories from old york,
i live surrounded by old air fields and bases,
thousands of ghost,so many faces.
hitler decided he'd try to rule all,
poland among others had to fall,
but his mistake was to pick on us brits,
on the chin for a while,we took his hits.
we asked for help from our allies the yanks,
to all those young men,we owe more than thanks,
one old saying was,"over loud,over paid and over here"
but without their help we'd be living in fear.
some so young,they'd not left home before,
then they were dumped on a foreign shore,
the battle of britain,was to control the skies,
it wasn't going to go to hitler and his guys.
from elvington drome the big bombers flew,
clifton and linton were another two,
tockwith,acaster,rufforth and more,
some just fields,these lads knew the score.
down south in london they got the blitz,
we,as people took so many hits,
but our bulldog spirit was to fight back,
the canadians and yanks lead one attack,.
on a bomb they wrote"hitler this is for you"
"and we guess you know who's sending it too",
lots of these poor guys never made it back,
but st kept going,attack after atta,
finally at a cost we got the peace,
in sept 45 this war did cease,
we can't let our world be ruled by cranks,
we owe a debt of gratitude,
to all those young yanks.

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To My Husband.

your arms are like my castle wall,
wrapped round special hopes and dreams,
you pick me up before i fall,
you quiet my fearful screams.
you are my life,you are my whole,
you are my reason for being,
without you i'd have no control,
and no clear eyes for seeing.
we are but two of a kind,
over thirty odd years we've become one,
and sanity,well thats a state of mind,
we'll have nought if eithers gone.
you are the light of my day,
you are my glow of inspiration,
you are the love with whom i'll stay,
we have that special affiliation.
you listen when i rabbit on,
you hold me close when i am down,
one kiss goodnight and i am gone,
you hardly ever wear a frown.

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Our Day Out.

we went out for a drive in the car,
we travelled near and travelled far,
then ended up at white scar cave,
take in the history and behave.
the doorway was discovered in 1923,
by a student from the univercity,
his name was christopher long we're told,
this cave as you enter is always cold.
the warning on the wall is very clear,
high heeled shoes are not a good idea,
hard hats are provided for you to use,
safety is paramount,you don't choose.
a coat and jumper saves you from the chill,
you wander around the cave at will,
this walk is more than a mile or so,
80 minutes you are on the go.
the first thing is the big waterfall,
then a babbling stream and a cateract small,
flowstones ,made the shape of a judges head,
on the left arum lillies fall from a stone bed.
there's a formation called the sword of damocles,
and the devils tongue,thats sure to please,
a large mass is called the crown of thorns,
the witches fingers the big rock adorns.
you now have steel grids under your feet,
there's a narrow passage,other people you'll meet,
up to the grotto and past the squeeze,
a narrow alley,but you'll feel the breeze.
higher it's bagshore tunnel with it's carrots bright,
a collection of orange stalactite,
we're now half way 40 mins or so,
by the foxhole and two avens a stone face is on show.
from this list i've completed the scene,
it's a walk back in time,like in a dream.
these formation's look as if carved by hand,
but they're created by water like mother nature planned.
after this long trek,you might need to stop,
take a look round the little gift shop,
then enjoy a cuppa and a bite to eat,
in the cafe,it's small but quite neat.
we enjoyed our day in the national park,
our imagination took on a new spark,
we the left ingelton and the village of hawes,
we said "goodbye"to the cave with no floors,
this cave we left was over 2000,000 years old,
and yes my brother and me did as we were told.

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The Raindrops.

raindrops with mischievious faces,
skip through clouds holding relay races,
jaunting and frolicing all the day,
making the most from skies of grey.
one says"lets go and have some fun
before we get the noonday sun
surely we'll find somebody to soak
oh lets go out and play a joke
we will look for an open topped car
then we'll splash down from afar,
ooh we can have so much fun,
if we go now before the noonday sun,
april is our best month you know,
or the winter when we play with snow,
but the summer is too hot and dry,
it takes lots of energy for us to cry,
the sound we make goes splish and splash,
and all you humans have to dash,
because we love to drip and drop,
cos the rain you see you can not stop."