THE-CARIBBEAN-KIND'S-
SO-HUMANE-KINDNESS
Mary Seacole,
now there's a tale
of a Creole
who - like Nightingale -
nursed the wounded
brought from battle
where men were slaughtered
just like sheep and cattle.
Mary Seacole,
yes there's a tale
of a Creole
who aided the pale
shell-shocked sick,
prayed for the dying,
with a solemn duty
that was so death-defying.
YES-THE-REAL-RHYMER-
TOM-IT-IS
Thomas Spence of Tyne-and-Wear
spoke of Fairyland being right here.
If only we'd start with better pay
for the working folk he was to say.
Daughters-of-Faery, sons-of-Ocean,
to you he sang songs of devotion.
What seems reality's only a pretence.
Give-up on dreams at your own expence.
MAIN-LINER LENNY
Go try laying-off the monkey juice.
Maybe you'll stop swearing like-comedian-Lenny-Bruce !
SOL'S-OLD-AND-WISE-
SON-SONG?
The son of a son
of a son of Solomon?
You think that you are wise.
Wed in a song of songs
to Sophia with the knowing eyes.
Yet wisdom and knowledge you confuse.
Wisdom's how the latter you use.
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