I’ve just found out about the clean and jerk
I don’t mind saying I
feel a bit of a burke
In fact I doubt I
could feel any dafter
Because I generally
clean mine after
I’ve just found out about the clean and jerk
I don’t mind saying I
feel a bit of a burke
In fact I doubt I
could feel any dafter
Because I generally
clean mine after
Professor Sir Ludwig "Poppa" Guttmann
How proud would Ludwig
be?
If he could only see
The oak tree that has
grown
From his tiny acorn
sown
As a Jew he was no
stranger
To prejudice and its
danger
He had seen the Nazi
storm
And they’re concept of
the norm
He saw how
disabilities lead
To the slaughter shed
So he fled to London
And his work was begun
How proud would Poppa
be?
If he could only see
The fruits of his
endeavours
To change the view
forever
Of people written off
“Only cripples?” he
would scoff
He was a tour de force
And single minded of
course
Who didn’t see freak
show exhibits
But challenges to the
human spirit
How proud he would
have been
If he could have only
seen
When Paralympians,
each and every one
Drug cheats should receive,
No second chance, no
reprieve
A total ban for their
crime
And the ban should be
lifetime
The winner of the
event
The one for whom the
gold was meant
Doesn’t stand atop the
podium
And hear their anthem
in the stadium
The true gold medal
recipient
Is for ever robbed of
that moment
Though their honour
was earned
That moment can never
be returned
My mate asked me why
I’m a United fan
I replied that it was
Because my brother Dan
Supported the Reds,
Also, my dad was a
United man
And my mum was a
Lifelong United fan
So that was why I was
also
A Man United fan
“That’s ridiculous” he
said
“What if your brother
was a thug?
Your mum was a
prostitute
And your dad was on
drugs
What would you be
then?
You poor misguided fool?”
“Well obviously” I replied
When I was at school
Our English teacher,
Mrs Rowan
Once asked of us as
homework,
During the half term
holiday
To memorize our
favourite poem,
This was met by
groans,
By the class, but not
me
I chose A.E.Housman’s
“Ode to an athlete
dying young”
And it has stayed with
me ever since
We are traditionalists
In our village
Deep in little
Britain.
And on a weekend
There is nothing
We like better
Than a game
Of ten peasant bowling
The purple depths
Of heather on the hill
Looked down at their reflections
In the watery shadows
Of the timeless loch
We are traditionalists
In our village
Deep in little
Britain.
And on a weekend
There is nothing
We like better
Than a game
Of spin the pauper
A pole dancer and a gymnast
Hard working and skilled
too
The only difference
between them
Seems to be the
quantity of tattoo
Alas I was in error
There is no end to the
terror
Alas I was sadly wrong
The Olympic whinge
goes on
I enjoyed the Jubilee concert
It was a wonderful
night
I thought the opening
ceremony
For the games was just
right
But before any other
major events
I want to know one
thing
When is someone going
to tell sir Paul?
That he can’t bloody
sing
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