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Updated: 17 September 2001
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Armageddon
Battlefield
Three Little Pigs
The Owl & The Pussycat
All original
and all by myself
Armageddon
Pieces of twisted metal, fragments of bone
A smoky burnt briefcase, he’s not coming home
A clear blue sky, he had noticed no cloud
But no more blue sky, he is wrapped in a shroud
The fire and the torment came down like rain
A coward had decided his life was in vain
A shatter of glass and an inferno like hell
Nobody was there to help him, nobody to tell
His wife waits alone with her tears and her cries
Echoing the sorrow that came from the sky
The child she gets sent home early from school
Mom, she cries, why are humans such fools?
The dust cloaks the city, in a grey deathly veil
Crackle of fire, to which the fire engines wail
But in the twisted metal, a twist of cruel fate
They try to get out, but for the firemen too late
The world crashes down, all about and around
The rescuing heroes are buried deep underground
A President sits, and he listens to children sing
Then an aide rushes in to tell him of this thing
He sits there blank faced, so shocked, who to blame?
The world has been changed, by a madman, a plane
The daytime of flame and smoke turn into the night
Rescuers continue to dig with all of their might
But hope fades as hours and then days pass away
There is no one to rescue, another night turns to day
The city will rebuild, and then life will go on
In this place that we will call Armageddon
The end of the world, or the start of a new?
Salute that flag boy! It’s red white and blue!
Soldiers will soon leave their sacred shores
To battle an evil, they are now going to war
Joining them are friends to help fight the foe
The British are coming! And so is NATO
We must rid the world once and for all time
Of this evil, this filth, this lowlife, this grime
But above all else I hear the mother say
Please come back to me, one sunny blue day?
They now call this place "Ground Zero"
Were people died, but not by a hero
Battlefield
The
grey dawn mist swirled over the morning dew
A still stiff spider atte
The grey dawn mist crossed over the field in eddies
Twisting around the hard, stiff soldier's body
Inside was carnage, burnt remains there stank
The grey dawn mist condensed upon the metal gun
Forming droplets which fell down, upon another son
To prepare for the coming of yet another day
Many sons and husbands could see but never would
The grey dawn mist lift into the sky, over the wood
There is nowhere else here that it could
It stands there alone, it's eyes shut tight
It has been that way throughout the night
The blood and the bodies upon this ground
The dawn is approaching, the sun rising higher
The cold grey mist will be bidding goodbye
This single poppy now will now open an eye
And turn to caress the warmth of the day
But the carnage is still there, will not go away
Saw man against man, so many lives did go
And to what purpose? Some say for a cause
Did many so hearts stop, did they not even pause
The cold grey bodies lying here mangled in death
Some mother somewhere will get a bad line
That tells of her son's demise and of the time
The mother will cry for her son, even in her sleep
For why did he die on that field so far?
Staring up at the sky, at that twinkling star
Will he remember all those times that were the best?
Will the enemy rejoice in my son's sad goodbye?
Or will a mother in their country wipe a tear from her eye?
As the angel's remove him to a happier shore
They take one last look back at the land of their birth
Then leave to paradise, to enjoy what they're worth
The war is now over, the cheer's of the crowds
But for these dead remains, it all came too late
If for this last battle, they could have said "wait!"
To the acclaim of the people, instead of in shrouds
But no, they will never again see the land of their birth
They died in a field of mud, oh! What was it all worth?
Remember us, they call from graves of green grass
Don't forget what we did in the name of humanity
Never again should we stoop to such insanity.
The End
THE THREE
LITTLE PIGS
by Mike Kemble
I
Once upon a modern time,
There lived three pigs who lived in rhyme,
The first pigs name was Raster,
Who’s life was to become a disaster,
The council had a thing called Poll Tax,
The collector was a big bad wolf called Max,
He arrived at Rasters, a house of straw,
and started to thump on the big brown door,
He called out, for all the money,
Raster replied, “Oh! Don’t be funny!”
Big Max shouted “If there’s any uproar”
“I’ll blow down your house of straw”
Raster told Max to do his worst,
Max drew in breath, till he could burst,
He then let out a mighty gale,
And through the air the house did sail,
Raster ran off as fast as he could,
Up the road to the house of wood.
II
The second pigs name was Bacon Billy,
A name you’d think was rather silly,
Raster ran like a bat out of hell,
And rang on Billy's front door bell,
The door was opened and Raster cried,
“Quick, Big Max is coming, let me hide”
The two pigs entered in such a hurry,
“What’s that smell?”, “I’m eating curry!”
Big Max arrived with the same old patter,
The wooden house to threaten to shatter,
But before Big Max could do just that,
The curry exploded and knocked it flat,
Bacon Billy said, “I do feel sick,
Lets run up the road to the house of brick”
III
The third pigs name was Loadza Money,
Who thought life was milk and honey,
Raster and Billy made such a din,
He raised his snout, “You can’t come in!”
But then he saw behind their back,
Big Max running towards them, up the track,
He opened the door and in they ran,
“Blow this house down if you can”
Big Max said, “You must think I’m thick”
and produced a large dynamite stick,
He placed the stick against a wall,
Blowing it up, demolished it all,
And as he went home, with a skip and a hop,
He was thinking of dinner, apple and some nice pork chop!
The Owl & The Pussycat
By
Mike Kemble
The
Owl & the Pussycat went to sea,
In
a beautiful pea green boat,
They
took some honey and plenty of money,
Wrapped
up in a five pound note.
Now
why they should do that is quite beyond me,
Why
should a bird and a cat wish to go to sea?
The
owl, he has wings and the cat, he has claws
So
who was it doing the work, pulling those oars?
Maybe
the real reason won’t make you so irate,
Possibly
they wished to be the first radio pirate!
And
why would they go out to sea in a pea green boat?
The
cat is colour blind and the owl didn’t give a hoot!
And
where were they going to spend their “plenty of money?”
And
did they hope to catch fish with their pot of honey?
No!
The real reason they went was to escape from the BBC!
When you are out on the waves, there’s no license fee!!
* Here in the UK we have to pay the BBC to operate! We get small changed!