They called it the dash
Way back in the day
A short word for a
short race
Dash was the right
word to say
Now they call it the
sprint
Like its something
elite
It’s still just a
short race
That’s been hijacked
by the Effete
They called it the dash
Way back in the day
A short word for a
short race
Dash was the right
word to say
Now they call it the
sprint
Like its something
elite
It’s still just a
short race
That’s been hijacked
by the Effete
Menaka, Apsara
Of the clouds and
waters
In Hindu and Buddhist mythology
A celestial nymph
And celestial maiden
A beautiful supernatural
being
Youthful and elegant,
Who dances to the
music
Of the Gandharvas,
In the palaces of the
Gods,
Entertainer and
seducer
Of Gods and men
An ethereal being
Inhabiting the skies
I love anagrams
Anagrams are great
Some make me chuckle
Some make my sides ache
For example
The earthquakes = that
queer shake
I think my grandparents
Are suffering from
dementia
Because granddad
asked my gran
As they sat together
on the sofa
“Whatever happened
To our sexual
relations dear?”
And the answer she
gave
Is what gave me
cause to fear
“I don’t know, we
didn’t even get
A Christmas card
from them this year”
Dear friend I have never forgotten
How you touched my heart with your easy grace
Your kindness and disposition, means
A world with you in it is a happier place
They call me Epping
Coz I’m not the full shilling
They call me Epping
Coz I’m just past Barking
Where once was beauty
Now stand the monsters
Towering tall and lean
Arms stretching outwards
These beasts have spread
Across the land and sea
Like a virulent rash
Reaching out to infinity
The towering beasts
Came here to save us
Cleanly making power
Without dirty green house gas
They stand as sentinels
Unsightly and offensive to the eye
Come to save the world
With their clean power supply
In light offshore breezes
Windmill arms turn slowly
It’s a shame they can’t work
When it gets a bit blowy