Battle, skirmish or all out War, those empty bottles have a score
To settle with those enemies of you and me and our democracy.
Because empty bottles are fighting men, who protect us all, again and again
And depart the field not to a hero’s chant, and feast NOT in fancy restaurants.
Awaiting him is no adulation, the best wishes of a grateful Nation
Just a Badge he can wear in a Tesco’s queue. Just a Veterans Badge for a debt so huge.
Thursday 1 March 2012
Dr Livingstone Home from Afrika
Good news, Scotland. The intrepid Celtic explorer has returned to his native Ffyfe with a dead yellowish secretary bird on his arm.
What
more can be said except Forfar will never be the same. Pity the poor
Labradors walking around the metropolis tugging hard with the load in tow. Fortunately their owners, for
some reason, all appear to be blind.
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