We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars (Oscar Wilde)
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Monthly Archives: August 2016
Thought for the Day
Sir Gerrard
Gerrard, Sir Gerrard – are you sure that it’s so,
Your title, your label, or are you having a go,
At me, your poor servant, a man dearthly low?
Gerrard, Sir Gerrard, pray tell me, with haste,
How you got it, your title, your rank and your place?
Cos I want it, really want it, so I can lift up my face.
I got it, my title, after years of hard slog,
Writing stories for children; my mind was agog.
I was tired, so tired, when I knelt down before,
The Queen, then she tapped me and I fell to the floor, asleep.
Crazier things have happened to me,
I am the Crazymad Writer, you see,
In the meantime, while you are here,
Take care that you don’t get too near,
My title, my award, for being so fine,
After years in the wilderness now is my time!
Danny Brown
Danny Browne had many noses,
It’s the truth, so many poses.
He forgot to breathe, both in and out,
Now he’s dead, the silly lout.
Porridge
Porridge, porridge, good for your bones,
Bones, bones, good for your bones.
Eat it up; it’ll do you good,
Do you good, good, good, good.
Look at it now; it’s so fine to eat,
It’s so fine and good, it is a treat.
A Boy Named Paul
There once was a boy named Paul,
Who wanted to get away from it all,
So he took up sea swimming and set off one evening,
Now he’s nowhere at all,
A shark or something horrible probably ate him.
Harry Potter and the Cursed Child
Potter, Harry Potter, are you sure that it’s so,
His title, that label, or are you having a go,
At me, your poor servant, a man dearthly low?
Harry Potter is such a Rotter
Harry Rotter, for sure.
Del Boy Potter
Del Boy Potter, are you sure that is right?
Del Boy Potter, oh, what a fright,
To think that he could be a Wizard of tricks,
Del Boy Potter, is a concept quite sick!
The Crazymad Writer Writes Again 