THE-EARTH-REALLY-
ENLIGHTENED
Thought is faster
or as fast
as the light
that is cast.
Thoughts encircle
the world but
there are those
don't think enough !
NOW-AN-INTERGALACTIC-GOD-
A-FISHY-DAGAN-TRIBAL'S-TALES-SURE-
DO-INFORM-US-FOLK-FIND
Ah the Temple of Dagan
was wrecked by mighty Samson.
Held to be evil the fish-man he.
But there is one pagan race
says he came from outerspace,
taught their old tribe civilities.
Arrived in a huge eggshell -
he who'd amongst them dwell -
bigger than any shell in the sea.
They had thought him a very god
who amongs them taught and trod
their earth. He who was starry?
THE-HORNED-AND-HAIRY-HUNTER-
HERNE-HE
A shaggy phantom,
a staggy phantom,
on horseback after dark.
A shaggy phantom,
a staggy phantom,
galloping through the Park.
A shaggy phantom,
a staggy phantom
with his set of horns great.
A shaggy phantom
who earlier got hanged
now rides through Windsor, late.
DON'T-CRUMPLE-YOUR-KILT-
NAE-MAN !
A street-philosopher type.
An R.C. Nesbitt at best.
"Haggis," cry out the neighbours,
"give your bagpiping a rest.
Bad-mouthing us English
and looking like a yob,
get back over the border,
or get yourself a job.
Always drinking the scotch
and for ever out of work,
do a cross-swords dance.
You sure are just a shirk.
Yes a cross-swords dance
because we're cross with you.
The road out of Scotland
leads you back there too !"
NOT-A-WESTERN-COUNTRY-INVADER-WAS-I-
DARK-VENUS-BUT-YOUR-SPELLBOUND-
ALIEN-LOVER-YES
I was a stranger on the shore,
a stranger in a strange land.
Like an Eastern witch or fairy
you waved your magic-wand.
I was your Dr. Strangelove
but with an ungloved hand.
I was your man from the West,
the first, sure not the last.
I drink, Dem, to your future,
your alien now in the past.
BORN-WITH-A-SILVERLESS-SPOON-
IN-HER-MOUTH-WAS-THE-ENVIOUS-
GIRL-I-GUESS !
You may spy her in Cheapside.
Wallets and purses best hide.
She has a thing about wealth.
She'd make a richman a poor-bride.
Better that he keep wide.
She'd be bad for his health.
You might find her at the dockside,
hailing sailors, winky-eyed,
or in the dock of a courtroom.
A modern day Moll Flanders she.
No kind of a girl for good company.
A lover of the silvery-spoon !
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