They know the price of everything
(Don’t they just, don’t they just!)
They carp about the air we breathe
(Don’t they just, don’t they just!)
Our celebration of the rings
Our vict’ries and our winners’ wreaths
D’you wonder why we make them seethe?
They envy what we all achieve!
(Don’t they just, don’t they just!) Continue reading “A paean for London 2012”
Category: Creativity
My Olympic Pome
We have got tickets to both the Main Olympics and the Paralympics, but I am not sure the events will be as exciting as described in my pome! 🙂
An Olympic anthem
Coe save our spacious lanes –
Only for famous names –
Coe save our lanes.
Help us drive citius,
Too fast for cab or bus –
Why all the bloomin’ fuss?
Coe save our lanes. Continue reading “An Olympic anthem”
Ars gratia artis
As the vultures circle above the Olympic Park, awaiting the inevitable execution of the organisers, I thought I’d remind cherished critics of the origins of the games with these iconic symbols of youthful athleticism.
Good reads
Holidays are for catching up on reading, among other things.
I took a book of short stories: in fact ‘The Best British Short Stories, 2012,’ edited by Nicholas Royle. Quite how we can have the best short stories of 2012 half way through the year, I’m not quite sure – but this was a fine collection, including my favourite ‘The Heart of Denis Noble’ written by Alison MacLeod, which won the BBC short story award in 2011, (which again raised the question of the title claiming to be the best from 2012) so you may have head it read aloud on the radio. Continue reading “Good reads”
Fast Bizz (lunch is for wimps)
We’re your friends, we’re your friends
We’re your friends to the bitter end (the bitter end)
If you need to transact
We’ll be on your case
Right to the death
We’ll send you to the right place
We’re friends with every financial institution of the human race
In – fact – we – never – met – a – CEO – we – didn’t – hate
(DIDNNN’TT HATE)- we – didn’t – hate Continue reading “Fast Bizz (lunch is for wimps)”
A Modest Proposal
A Modest Proposal, with profuse apologies to Jonathan Swift
“A modest proposal for preventing the children of poor people in Ireland from being a burden to their parents or country, and for making them beneficial to the public”
The Irish problem could be solved, there’s quite a simple cure,
By dining on the offspring of the nation’s poor.
Oven-ready babies could be sold when weaned,
They’d fetch a fortune so I‘m told; ten shillings maybe more.
Pegasus (OZ’s Poetry Competition)
Wiki: Artist, Ian Hornak
Foaled in blood, and blessed with wings,
where’er he lights sweet water springs.
Thus, every ringing strike of hooves
his true Divinity he proves.
The green and gold
After much debate and heartache, Oscar’s off to the big London show
the question we ask ourselves now, how fast and far can he really go?
He’s running the four hundred and the four by four
Fate dealt a cruel cruel blow, not set back by that score
With a buffalo’s grit, the heart of ten lions
we’ll see him compete with fellow Olympians
There is of course, more to The Games, than just winning
respect, treatment as a fellow human being
I’m sure he’ll reminisce as he grows old
of that day, he pulled on the green and gold
British captions, please!
Boadicea's Chariot 
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