I will tell you this, from me to you,
To raise good children all that you need do,
Is be good parents, be shining bright,
The spark of their dreams; the light of their lives.
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While they are young and when everything’s new,
Be their best friend and they also with you,
For childhood is fleeting, and before very long,
They will have departed the nest, and left you alone,
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So pull up a blanket, lay thunder the stars,
And dream both together of pipes, cloaks and cars.
Conkers is a pastime,
That we remember every year,
When September comes we search about,
To find these gems so rare.
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When we’ve collected bagfuls,
Enough for you and me,
We rush them home to sort and grade,
Into classes one to three.
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The first are left to use right now,
And try our luck at play,
The second, to treat, to cure and bake,
Into champions, I do say.
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The third are left for a whole year long,
Stuck up the chimney flu,
Until their day of glory comes,
I’ll make do with grades one and two.
He’s crazy and he’s bonkers,
As mad as flaming conkers,
He’s altogether zonkers,
The Crazymad Writer.
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His stories are a dream,
When people read, they gleam
He really is a scream
The Crazymad Writer.
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Download a book today,
And join the mad brigade
Who love the tales he’s made,
The Crazymad Writer.
Stories for children
and young at heart adults
by, ME, The Crazymad Writer – arrrgh.
As bonkers as conkers, that’s how it goes,
As bonkers as conkers, everyone knows,
Stories for children and adults alike,
As bonkers as conkers, that’s right.
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Cor, of the blimey, is it Friday already?
I was sure it was no later than July, or August, at a push.
My moind it isn’t as good as it was yesterday or two days before,
Then again, my moind was not perfect way back in time, in 1972.
See Ya! (I hope)
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Aliens Landed in Ballykilduff,
Aliens landed, that is a fact!
Ruinair
The winds of change are blowing, for sure,
The winds of change; the people want more,
Than cut-backs, and hardship; austerity time,
The people seek days of roses and wine,
Just like the fat cats, lording it up,
While the masses below suffer so much,
It must happen soon or revolution will come,
With help from the noose, the fat-cats are GONE.
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♫♪♫ People power will OUT in the end,
We are the ninety-nine percent,
We call on our leaders to follow our lead,
Support what’s right, not bankers greed.
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People power will TRIUMPH in the end,
We are the ninety-nine percent,
Know you this all men of greed,
People power will conquer your greed.
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People power will PREVAIL in the end,
We are the ninety-nine percent,
We WILL have our way; we WILL have our day,
People power WILL NOT go away. ♫♪♫
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There was a country called Reilly,
That was incredibly slimy,
It thought it was smart,
Keeping all in the dark,
Until it fell down in a hole, did Reilly.
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While in the bottom of that dark place,
Reilly thought about its life; its fate,
About the jerk it had been,
To all it had seen,
So it promised to be good, did Reilly,
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Suddenly, a stick falling into the hole,
Presented a way to escape from it all,
Freed from that dark space,
Reilly forgot its promise, though great.
And returned to its bad ways, did Reilly.
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One day when Reilly was alone,
It forgot to cover its dank home,
It was an incredibly hot day,
And the sun shining brightly away,
Dried up that country – Reilly,
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The moral of my story is this,
Treat everyone you meet with a wish,
That their life is just fine,
Untroubled by lying,
Don’t end up like silly old Reilly.
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The Crazymad Writer Writes Again 