I am man,
Born of woman; man,
I stand for all that is right,
I am man,
I fight injustice and bias,
I am man,
I will NEVER allow Neanderthals to get the upper hand,
For I am man, of woman, with woman, against Neanderthal man.
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Category Archives: children’s stories
To Boldly Go
To Boldly Go
To boldly go where no man has gone,
Our intrepid explorers fight the Klingons,
They battles with foes and forces unknown,
Kirk and his crew are so far from home.
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Warping past Dwarfs as red as can be,
Streaking through space, and all for the free,
The freedom of choice, for you and for me,
Our intrepid explorers go forward boldly.
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Out into the blackness, the fear and the dread,
Kirk and his crew by passion are led,
Explorers by nature, fighters by chance,
Man and machine go boldly ever on.
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It was a voyage of years, a mission of five,
That’s all was intended, I tell you no lie,
But forty years later they’re still forging on,
Onwards and upwards boldly going on.
Faster and faster towards a dawn.
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Doctor Who and the Daleks
Doctor Who and the Daleks
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Doctor and the Daleks? I hear you say,
Who can they be? And what an affray,
On our minds and our wits at this time of appeal,
Of recession, so biting, and scares very real.
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It’s the DOCTOR, I tell you, the DOCTOR, that’s WHO,
And as for the Daleks, well, my mind is askew,
If I were to explain who they in fact are,
I would need several years, and still not get far.
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Oh, the DOCTOR, the DOCTOR, you answer me back,
Why didn’t you say so, why didn’t you track,
The way I was feeling, so peeved by the mire,
Unlike our politicians, in splendid retire?
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In splendid retire, ensconced in their towers,
Of ivory white, not grey and ragged like ours.
They’ll get their comeuppance, of that I am sure
When the Daleks go find them and exterminate those pariahs.
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A Troll in a Hole
The Troll in a Hole
Bolf was a troll
Who lived in a hole,
Doing nothing at all,
Or so I am told,
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One day while alone,
In his dank little home,
A stick falling into the hole,
Struck his troll dome.
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Grabbing hold of the stick,
Bolf made ready to hit,
The culprit, the thick,
Who played the cruel trick,
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But on gazing outside,
His dank little hide,
Bolf saw no one in sight,
With his beady troll eyes.
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Then he saw the fine day,
Not damp and all grey,
Like his hole in the clay,
That he thought was okay.
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Climbing out of his hole,
Bolf fell in love with it all,
The beautiful world,
God’s gift to us all.
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