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Perfidious Albion

 

No deal, oh not much time! Either way Brexit

Whether we settle in the end  a back stop

Or hard,- where the border takes us, I wonder-

A border is a border for disaster

I shall dump Irish question straightway-

EU can have Dublin solve this one

So my promise I keep to do or die:

Brexit is over with! -’tis a consummation

Devoutly to be wished! To speak one thing,

And do another is Prime Ministerial

So easy with no conscience prick

I do but dying is for another.

Benny

 

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(News: A top US immigration official has revised a quote inscribed on the Statue of Liberty in defense of a new policy that denies food aid to legal migrants. So we have  a sonnet and a new title to celebrate it:-benny)

 

Lancet Anyone?

Not like the suntann’d squire of golf links

With executive rights whining from coast to coast:

Here at last foul mouthed, maniacal boast,

He reveals his true self and his links

To white supremacists Aryans and such kinks-

Tossed from tree mired in dirt ‘n ground frost:

Liberty shall no more be commended

Nor its strength restor’d, not until truth sinks:

Liberty for few is bondage for the whole,

Soul of nation so shall in shame suffer.

Show me what good has done for your soul

Than set the basest of the base to revere

And your vaunted freedom worse than a boil

Fouling and dragging down the body entire.

Benny

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O Drone you are down!

Like albatross You



Are shot down the sky-



In the silent hour

Hell keeps no account 



Of shame and glee:



When fools walk around flee

-

O Drone you are down!

Benny

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This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle,

Has done worse lateley, methinks by fools-

Westminster breeds dem, Brexiteers all!

This fortress built by Nature for herself

Brick by brick undone, -‘mendment they call it,

These jackals in for kill, and by law too!

Shall leave no stone, Boris in gold’locks

Alderman, grab what you can from shambles;

It cost you lies and loss of manhood, so stuff-

Before Nigel runs in with  wrecking crew

His grinning fleer, I loath say spells zero.

This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England,
This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings,
Fear’d by their breed, and famous by their birth…

Benny

 

 

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Stroll down the colonnade of life, mosaic
Of days lend youth its Byzantine color;
But my soul would loath it as life prosaic. 12

Thus assail’d by doubts and misspent choler
Of youth as ashes when fire has died out
Of his blood, and leave nothing but pother: 15

By the midst o’ my woeful days I struck out
Past my depths, my route on impulse ringed
My soul might yet redeem entire past rout. 18

A walk simple into the woods where hope winged
Alternate with pitfalls along the ground
must give man pause, his purpose unhinged 21

Perhaps my soul would read my tracks and sound
Alarm or set escape route in case of need
Oh no! with my own will I come this round. 24

Long onslaught with Fates and Furies’ full rede
Did unravel much of my confusion,
And yet loath I was let my soul aside. 27

Benny

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That’s life (that’s life) that’s what mama say
She’s saying what is not true-
May be for her
In her time but sure not for me:
When I’m young I know this life is all that
I have, that’s life (that’s life) and mama spent it all:
Some people get their kicks
Stompin’ on a dream
But I don’t mind what mama did with her dream.
‘Cause this fine old world of her is rockin’ chair now
I’ve been a crawler, a moppet, a drooler
A kiddo, a bloke and a jerk
I’ve been up and down and over and out
But I know one thing
Each time I find my feet I know life is out there
I pick myself up and get back for some more-
That’s life (that’s life) I tell ya, I can’t deny it
I thought of quitting, mama
But my heart just ain’t up to follow
And being old is when I have nothing more to do.

Benny

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It’s Dog’s Life ©

Not that I travell’d in my flesh and blood
And hobbled along lanes for holy grail
long asleep beneath cobwebs spun of old,-
When Charlemagne girt with sword sat enthron’d
While knights in armor set out for honor,-
Saracens fell left and right, and at cut price,
Silver or solder, junk all thrown pellmell
In some Turk’s jumble sale dispersed.
Yet my quest was in some curious twist
A tale- and it mov’d my frame entire:
I found a dachshund long, and cuddly to boot
And a pug ugly, dash it, with a short snout.
One it had to be, and chose I, my dachshund.
Benny
Original
Much have I travell’d in the realms of gold,
And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;
Round many western islands have I been
Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.
Oft of one wide expanse had I been told
That deep-brow’d Homer ruled as his demesne;
Yet did I never breathe its pure serene
Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold:
Then felt I like some watcher of the skies
When a new planet swims into his ken;
Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes
He star’d at the Pacific—and all his men
Look’d at each other with a wild surmise—
Silent, upon a peak in Darien.

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