CO-OPeration
(Best read in a Lancashire
accent!)
I’m tired of no folk
listening,
When I’ve got something to
say.
I’d tell ‘em how to run
country,
But they’d all turn t’other
way.
I’d not blame mistakes on
computers,
Or some such
technology.
I’d tell ‘em it straight, as it
should be,
‘Cause I’m from Lancashire
me.
I’m sick to the teeth of ‘em
moaning,
From cosy armchairs next t’
fire.
They should get down int muck
wi’ rest ‘ us,
‘Stead of building their towers
e’en higher.
If they rolled up their shirt
sleeves with us lot,
‘Stead of sitting around on
their ass,
We’d not need to try and win
lottery,
‘Cause we’d all have a share of the brass!
A Northern
Christmas
(Also best read in a Lancashire accent!)
“The tree is almost done now
And doesn’t it look grand.
Come and take a look love.
Close your eyes - Give me your hand.”
“Tinsel’s on - and baubles too,
The chocolates and the lights.
But I can’t help thinking love,
That something’s not quite right”
“Eee ya
daft ol’ beggar
You’ve really lost the plot!
A black pud short of breakfast;
You really should be shot!”
“Presents are there, from near and far,
Underneath yon tree….”
“Well you’re certainly no Wiseman;
Any fool could see!”
“Put a star upon the top,
At least to show you know,
Just how the presents came from far,
All those years ago!!”
When?
When, oh Lord, will we start
learning?
When will we stop needless
bodies burning?
The money machine just keeps on
rolling,
Whilst the funeral bell is
tolling.
But we just sigh, as others
cry,
Until our own begin to
die
And only then do we
relent
And spend some money, to prevent.
Disposable
Lives
In this land of ours so
green,
We soon forget the things
unseen.
Like the rainforest
devastation;
Ozone layer, hole
formation;
People starving, whilst we
eat;
Icecaps melting with increased
heat;
Problems caused by nuclear
power;
Extinction of species by the
hour.
So much trouble and so much
strife,
From leading a greedy,
disposable life!
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