The Mongrel
Some say I am a mongrel
Because I have a mixture in my blood
One part Scottish
One part Wiltshire
One part Yorkshire
One part Wales
I was born and bred in Sherwood Forest
North Notts to be precise
In Bassetlaw District Council
In Victoria Hospital
That is no more
Now I know all about the cutbacks
the death of old King Coal
the closure of the railways
the c...
Friday 17th June 2016 10:09 pm
Pictures
I saw a picture of the Queen dressed up all in black
The rain was pouring down the drain i wish i had my pac a mac
Queen Mary and the Queen Mum were there following the cortege
It was another milestone the dawn of another age
I must have got this image as we sailed the ocean blue
You see there had been an explosion in 1952
I never meant to hurt no one I'm sorry if i did
I neve...
Sunday 12th June 2016 10:36 am
Nikki
Nikki came to England in the back of a brand new Transit van
She had been in East Africa when the poachers shot down a whirlybird
Just days before the dentist had shot a Lion in the nature reserve
The WWF for nature were feeding carrots to an African Elephant
They claimed these animals were in danger of becoming extinct
The Maasi warriors, the bushmen of the Kalahar, the red indians...
Friday 10th June 2016 1:08 pm
The Black African
In another hand picked audience with the Prime Minister there was no Black African to be seen
Now they are talking of racists in the sevice of the Queen.
The Prime Ministers conference on corruption started off in private talks with Her Majesty, the Archbishop was listening as the camera's rolled.
The Prime Minister said Nigeria and Afghanistan were countries both corrupt why has it taken...
Thursday 9th June 2016 1:23 pm
Another Poem
So i tried to write another poem about the countryside
About the U shaped valleys the meandering rivers the mountains and the glens
Only then I realised I had already driven around God's country towing a mini combine harvester,
From Pembroke to Caernarvon to where the Shepherd lost his sheep from Aberystwyth to Trawscoed
To the salmon river cascading down the waterfall to the place in ...
Wednesday 8th June 2016 9:54 pm
Henry Percy
I once worked for Henry Percy a very good friend of mine
He owned a little vineyard on highway 59
It was a clearing in a forest perched high upon a hill he made the finest moonshine from a copper still
We soon got talking about days so long ago
He was from Kentucky i was from Idaho
It seems we had connections somewhere down the line
He said that he had married in 1979
He only ...
Tuesday 7th June 2016 10:25 am
The Boss
There will be no more tea and sympathy when you come home late at night
I dont want to know where you have been i dont need another fight
Harrassing all the neighbourhood that has become your line
I know that someone else is taking up your time
So you can keep your money your villa and your yacht
Just remember who is the boss and who can put you on the spot.
Monday 6th June 2016 6:46 pm
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