If you were to eat
Pasta
and antipasta
Would
you still hunger
If you were to eat
Pasta
and antipasta
Would
you still hunger
Why do they call it
The
tourist season
If
shooting at them
Is
not allowed then
You know you have reached the end of your childhood
When Christmas is a lot of work and Naps are good
When Saturday mornings are now just for sleeping
And Hitting girls is no longer considered to be flirting
When The only thing in your cereal box is cereal
And You only WANT clothes for Christmas for real
When you’re Driving the car it’s no longer any fun
You always wear a hat and have to keep out of the sun
You leave foot ball matches early to beat the crowd
And you don’t like concerts because they’re just so loud
You actually buy yourself scarves, gloves, and sunscreen
And you think car insurance premiums are obscene
When being bad is no longer considered being cool
And you have friends who have kids who go to school
You
saw the Star Wars movie when it first came out
Finally, your parents' jokes are now funny without a doubt
I stayed on my uncle’s farm for a fortnight’s holiday
And
it was so wild and windy on one particular day
One
chicken laid the same egg four times that day
We went to the lakes
For
a week’s holiday
It
only rained twice
While
we were away
Once
for six days
And
once for a day
There was a dreadful union between the giant immortal Typhon
And
the black fearful eyed Echidne, half serpent, half woman
The
terrifying end result of this unnatural union was the hydra
A
great many headed Drakon who inhabited the swamps of Lerna
It
was the second labor of Heracles to kill the water Drakon
And
the hero drew the great creature out to fight in the open
Then
with his bronze sword he hacked off heads from the hydra
But
for every head he severed two grew in place of the other
If
that wasn’t bad enough the Hydra's breath was itself lethal
And
even to smell its footprints was enough to kill any mortal
Very
Soon the beast’s heads tangled around him like serpents
Iolaus
his nephew comes to his aid and his death he prevents
As
Heracles cut off its heads and to prevent new ones sprouting
Iolaus
with a flaming torch sealed the wounds by cauterizing
Finally,
Heracles lopped off the last one and Hydra was dead
He
buried deep below a boulder the Hydras one immortal head
Her dear husband was
The
golden thread running through
His
Margaret’s life
He
was her rod and her staff
The
iron ladies Dennis