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Brilliant ……as always!
Thank you so much!
The Like button just doesn’t suffice!
I wonder if you know your emails are coming with an advertisement for a scam at the bottom? Jon.
On Sat, 8 Aug 2020 at 10:31, Brian Bilston’s Poetry Laboetry wrote:
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I didn’t but thank for letting me know. I’ll investigate.
Wonderful, just wonderful! :DD
I have been thinking about this for some time, and have finally come up with these two. I would love to sing my heart out on the last night of the Proms, but not using the official words. Here are my suggestions under the heading of UNLEASHING THE DOGGERELS OF WAR. There are plenty more doggerels to be unleashed. However I am sure a proper poet will be able to make a much better job of it.
Cruel Britannia! Britannia, ruled by naves, Britain should never, never have cruelly taken slaves
Britain first, at villains command Arose and plundered the azure main, This is now the charter, the charter of the land, And Guardian angels demand we sing this strain.
LAND OF HOPE AND GLORY
Land of hopeless Tories On this most agree How they do exploit us We on bended knee Viler still and viler How bad can they get? We who made them mighty Now, are full of regret. We who made them mighty Now are full of regret.
Terrific, David. I enjoyed that.