Called the Hundred Years War
I was understandably
misled
Because the war really
lasted
A hundred and sixteen instead
Called the Hundred Years War
I was understandably
misled
Because the war really
lasted
A hundred and sixteen instead
Obviously, Paul Revere famously
Rode his horse from
Boston
Because the horse was
too heavy
For him to carry to
Lexington
When Anne Boleyn was undressed
It was observed when
they viewed her
That she was covered
in tooth marks
We must rewrite the history books
King Tut was not
really Egyptian
Dad was a Scot, his
Mum Spanish
And he was named
Tartan Carmen
Why do we never learn?
We look back at past
mistakes
And yet we do the same
again
We view history
Without learning the
lessons
Time and time again
But every time
History repeats itself
The price goes up
Old soldiers wearied with age
Marching with
faltering stride
Carry themselves with
dignity
And wear the uniform
with pride
George Washington chopped down
His father's favourite
cherry tree,
Then George admitted
doing it
He was rewarded for
his honesty
When his father didn't
punish him
Well, those are the
accepted facts
But I think we should
consider
That George was still
holding the ax
Slavery was born of Empire
But not a European one
Slavery existed for
centuries
In fact, thousands of
years
Way before Europe rose
to the fore
Even the Romans came
late to the party
Following in Greece’s
footsteps
Peoples were enslaved
From around the globe
Where there were trade
routes
There was slaving
Arabs traded slaves
bought
From African tribesmen
Muslims enslaved slavs
Turks enslaved
Ukrainians
Mongols reached into
the heart of Europe
And took slaves by the
thousand
White Europeans became
involved
Black enslaved black
White has enslaved
white
I don’t know if it
will ever end
I certainly hope so
But what I do know is
That the British
didn’t invent it
Red rose carried no blush
She was not an English
flower
Red rose was not
prettily fragranced
She was not sweet, but
sour
Red rose though of
English genus
Was a spy for a Marxist
power
The Royal Charter storm
Which blew up out of
the Irish Sea
Takes its name from
one ship
Out of the 133 ships
Sunk on the 25 and 26
October 1859
With a further 80
damaged
And a death toll of
800
The Arniston was an East Indiaman
But had been
requisitioned as a troopship
She was sailing from
Ceylon to England
To repatriate soldiers
wounded in the Kandyan Wars
When during a storm
near Cape Agulhas, South Africa
She was wrecked at
Waenhuiskrans on 30 May 1815
With only six
surviving of the 378 aboard
I was once a medical student
But they had to send
me home
As I thought
“Caesarean section”
Red Brick, built Britain
For common man and squire
Built from the ground
up
Until they built an
Empire
My brother teaches
Year
nine history
Which
in itself
Is
a bit of a mystery
As
there are more
Interesting
years surely
Of all the ages of history
Historian will attest
That the bronze age
Was the third best
The Celts are a proud lot
As they’ll tell you
like as not
But when the Romans
came to stay
The Celts up and ran
away
That is exactly what
they did
They ran away and hid
And there they stayed
on their own
Until the Romans left
for home
Then came the Vikings
and the Danes
So, the Celts ran away
again
This noble race mild
and meek
Happily playing hide
and seek
Well so much for
Celtic pride
Nobly running away to
hide
Now don’t climb on
your high horse
I am a Celt myself of
course
And those who run away
today
Live to run away
another day
In the great war my grandfather
Survived a mustard gas
attack
On a peace march my
father
Survived a pepper
spray attack
On a rally my uncle
had mace
Squirted right in his
face
I suppose you could
call my ancestors
Seasoned campaigners
Mary, lady with the malady
The marmaladie lady
M’lady marmalade
Mary the marmaladie
lady
Sir Cumference of Camelot
Could eclipse the sun
in the sky
With the bulk of his
obesity
Though he didn’t know
why
His physician warned
him that
Left unchecked he
would die
But he had a hearty
appetite
And that was the
reason why
Sir Cumference of
Camelot
Could eclipse the sun
in the sky
And the immensity of
his girth