("... a little piece of practical poetry ...")
Copyright © 2003 by Mad Teddy
Each weary day, as on life's way I trundle hith'r and yonder,
A French fry up each nostril is a sorry way to be;
So - by and by, before you die, and putrefy and stink,
UPDATE, 16th February, 2007
Here's just one verse of a long, rambling thing I wrote a few years
ago, which on the face of it has no connection to the above - but bear with
me:
On a hot summer's day, when you're driving your Chevy,
"Whaaat...?" I hear you cry.
Okay - now visit
this web-page,
and then maybe you'll see the connection.
Also, while you're at it, check out
this one
which is on the same website. In fact, have a good look around the entire
site. (I've only just begun to go through it, but you can bet I'm going to
continue...
Just a quick quote from that last link - my favourite line from there is as
follows:
Blessed are the truth-seekers ... for they
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Preliminaries (Copyright, Safety)
Letter to Sam
I sometimes take a little break, to sit me down and ponder:
"Is it all a game?
Do others feel the same?
Is life like Michael Palin's lot as in 'A Fish Called Wanda'?"
And you may feel, with such a deal, like yelling out: "WHY ME?"
But if you seek to take
revenge,
and steam-roll o'er your foes,
You run the risk of getting right up ev'rybody's nose.
You ought to pause your
endless wars,
review your cause,
and think:
"Have I done my best?
Or have I been a pest?
Will hist'ry treat me with respect, or flush me down the sink?"
And you feel that your eyelids are droopy and heavy,
Just stop for a pause, and ask God why His laws
Are so odd, as enshrined in the book named for Levi.
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shall be relegated to the Internet.
YAY!
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