I am black, I am blind,
I am a slave, who has no free will,
I work for the good of all, not for the sake of the individual,
I have no dreams, I have no plans, I receive no rewards,
I am conditioned to serve, I do so without complaint,
And I will continue until the day I die,
I am – an ant.
What is peace – does anyone really know?
I’ve searched so hard, but it evades me so!
Will I ever know its sweet embrace,
Its soothing touch, its saving grace?
Or will I just fumble from day to day,
‘Till I can dream no more and fade away?
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I just I heard that the earth is flat,
That all these years it’s been like a mat,
That you hardly see or notice there,
Until you are told the earth is square.
If it is square then I am sure,
What I’ve been told is oh so flawed.
But perhaps it’s all a dream of sorts,
And when I awake all will be as before.
And if it’s not then I must learn,
Not to walk too far, lest I fall off the edge.
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The Crazymad Writer – in red
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CHEESE
I am your leader, he said, snarling at us,
The prime minister of Ireland, now what’s all the fuss,
I gave you some cheese – and a whole lot at that,
You should be grateful, you scurrilous brats!
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We don’t want your cheese, we answered – and quick,
We want money in our pockets, not cheap little tricks,
Give your cheese to the bankers, and try some yourself,
Perhaps it will choke you; then we can govern ourselves.
(You know it makes sense,
And if it doesn’t make sense,
It’s a load of nonsense).
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Cheese, cheese, good for your heart,
The more you eat, the longer you’ll last,
The longer you last, the more taxes you’ll pay,
Eat cheese every day.
‘Hold still,’ Alice said to the bird,
‘Hold still,’ she insisted, ‘I must be heard!
You must strike the ball, though it hurts you so,
Hold still dear bird, then I’ll let you go’.
*
‘Quark, quark!’ said bird in reply to Alice,
‘QUARK, QUARK!’ it professed with great menace.
‘I will peck you good if you do not let me go.
QUARK’, it screeched. ‘You have been warned, you know!’
*
‘Oh PLEASE give me time to play the game,
I’ll try to be gentle’, Alice so reframed.
‘And if you do happen to be injured, some,
I will tend your injuries, each and every one’.
*
‘If I agree to let you use me as a bat,’
Said the bird to Alice, and that’s a fact,
‘You must promise to pay me one bright new shilling,
Only then can you hope to ever win.’
*
‘I will, I will!’ Alice cried out with joy,
‘I will pay you one shilling, and that’s no lie,’
With that she lifted the bird so high,
Struck the ball hard and the poor bird died.
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I’m 50; it came so fast,
The big five-0, I am aghast.
Where are the years? They flew so fast,
As close to the grave I pass.
If I could have that time again,
Oh, what changes I would make.
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Dustbin man, dustbin man, ho, ho, ho, I’m the dustbin man,
Smelly bins, dusty bins, full of pongy stuff,
The dustbin man says I must rush!
Milk cart man, milk cart man, ho, ho, ho, I’m the milk cart man,
Ice cold milk, fresh cold milk, milk so good to drink,
The milk cart man says, drink, drink, drink!
Bread van man, bread van man, ho, ho, ho, I’m the bread van man,
Fresh hot bread, white hot bread, bread so good to eat,
The bread van man says, eat, eat, eat!
Dustbin man, dustbin man, ho, ho, ho, I’m the dustbin man,
Smelly bins, dusty bins, full of pongy things
The dustbin man says sing, sing, sing!!!
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Stories for children and young at heart adults
by The Crazymad Writer – ARRRGH.
He had Ten Thousand Men…
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The grand old duke of York
He had ten thousand men
He marched them up to the top of the hill
And he marched them down again
2
And when they were up they were up
And when they were down they were down
And when they were only half way up
They were neither up nor down
3
The grand old duke of York
He had ten thousand cats
They scratched their way to the top of the hill
And scratched back down – it’s a fact!
4
And when they were up they were up
And when they were down they were down
And when they were only half way up
They were neither up nor down
5
The grand old duke of York
He had ten thousand snails
They slithered they way to the top of the hill
And slid back on slimy trails
6
And when they were up they were up
And when they were down they were down
And when they were only half way up
They were neither up nor down
7
The grand old duke of York
He had ten thousand mice
They scurried right up to the top of the hill
Not once, not twice, but THRICE!
8
And when they were up they were up
And when they were down they were down
And when they were only half way up
They were neither up nor down
9
The grand old duke of York
He had ten thousand ants
They marched their way to the top of the hill
And marched back down, so grand
10
And when they were up they were up
And when they were down they were down
And when they were only half way up
They were neither up nor down
11
The grand old duke of York
He had ten thousand skunks
They smelt their way to the top of the hill
And came back down like monks?
12
And when they were up they were up
And when they were down they were down
And when they were only half way up
They were neither up nor down
13
The grand old duke of York
He had ten thousand fish
They swam their way to the top of the hill
And swam back down with chips
14
And when they were up they were up
And when they were down they were down
And when they were only half way up
They were neither up nor down
15
The grand old duke of York
He had ten thousand birds
They flew right over the top of the hill
Far away, but, hey, that’s birds!
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And when they were up they were up
And when they were down they were down
But when they were gone, so truly gone
They were surely not up or down
Doctor Who and the Daleks
‘Doctor Who 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.’
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’d need several years, and still not get far.
‘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.
In splendid retire, ensconced in their towers,
Of ivory white, not grey and ragged like ours.
But they’ll get their comeuppance, of that I am sure
When the Daleks exterminate these pariahs.’
There once was a boy named Dan,
Who wanted to fry in a pan.
He tried and he tried until he eventually died,
What a weird little boy was Dan.
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Stories for children and young at heart adults
by The Crazymad Writer – ARRRGH.
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