Royal wedding, Kate Middleton and prince William
A prince of old in name and dress,
Paired with daddy's little princess,
Spurs England to get flags unfurled,
To recall a distant quaint world,
For royalty we proles don't much care,
And believe their excess unfair,
But we'll support Kate and William,
Due to our pride for our kingdom,
Let joy meet all those that attend,
No punk be played which may offend,
Let confused travellers love it all,
And buy tat from every cheap stall,
Lest the wedding should end up marred,
We'll have police go out on guard,
We'll even fund the whole event,
And want nothing for what we've spent.
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5th of November, Guy Fawkes' day
Burn bonfires to forget not,
The treasonous gunpowder plot,
Praise be the scheme was to be thwart,
And those responsible soon caught,
The fires make the night sky glow,
Fireworks give a thrilling show,
While effigies that flames consume,
Get dressed in a Guy Fawkes costume.
Though the house of Lords escaped flames,
And cries sounded long live king James,
Have the fifth of November marked,
For what traitors tried to have sparked,
A few that were fearful of change,
Shamed by what they sought to arrange,
Their country they were to betray,
On what's now known as Guy Fawkes' day.
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London riots 2011
Anarchy is wrecking Britain,
Whilst mocking every law written,
And those that make such madness reign,
Merely get looked at with disdain,
With no remorse for what they've done,
They think twas just a bit of fun,
While buildings are left to burn down,
People are scared to walk their town,
Mindless yobs that crave for acclaim,
Leave their country feeling great shame,
Blind that they'll pay the price in time,
And regret having turned to crime,
Each and every sight of mayhem,
Which the honest can't but condemn,
Calls there to be a prayer for calm,
As we hope no more come to harm.
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Life lessons
With the wealth of fears to combat,
To lust you're foolish to submit,
There's one for which you'd do just that,
Though you may come to regret it,
It's best to stay in your own world,
Where there exists no woe or hurt,
Clip your wings before they're unfurled,
In hope that errs you shall avert,
Such a hollow life it would make,
Living locked in a selfless state,
There's one for whom you'd give not take,
Though it's equally a poor fate,
It's best to craft a quaint retreat,
Where there's no fear of which to speak,
And escape having to compete,
With the world's breed that's not so meek.
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Bad day
I saw a black cat but then it died,
I saw a magpie and thus I cried,
I found a penny but passed it by,
I found a dead bird and gave a sigh,
I wore my shirt the wrong way around,
But fixed it once the mistake was found,
I wore my opal ring on this day,
But then recalled I was born in May,
I dropped a teaspoon but had no guest,
I dropped a dishcloth and feared unrest,
I heard a cuckoo but was cashless,
I heard a bark and started to stress,
I took home an old iron horse shoe,
But didn't find it like you're meant to,
I took home a white rose in full bloom,
But then remembered it'll bring forth doom.
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Close
She's scared of what might be and what won't,
So for now she remains like a ghost,
She can almost taste it it's so close,
As she reaches out a voice says don't,
I'd like to help her I truly would,
But this ordeal of hers will do her good,
Her time will come same as you and I,
She'll unfurl wings and take to the sky,
She's a princess although few can see,
Her beauty is behind misery,
She'll get no peace till there is release,
She twists and she turns till she breaks free,
Her time has come unlike you and I,
She's unfurled wings to take to the sky,
She's a princess on that we agree,
Her beauty's displayed for us to see.
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Butterfly
On a horrid summer's day I seclude myself away,
Only to be drawn out to the light by nature at play,
Butterfly oh Butterfly carelessly fluttering by,
Your elegant dance entrances the innocence in me,
Butterfly oh Butterfly know that you spur great envy,
You are so very beautiful careless peaceful and sweet,
Your life is simple yet no different to the one I lead,
You are but a pattern in a endless chaotic sea,
Your pace of life seems slow yet you achieve as much as me,
You know life's meaning is less if it's not wholly free,
Butterfly oh Butterfly although you spur great envy,
I know that if you could you would envy the life I lead.
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Running with glue
People warn you not to run with scissors,
But there's risks to be had with glue also,
There's tales without happy ever afters,
And it's even caused me personal woe,
As a child I foolishly ran with glue,
I'll tell you about that day which I rue,
Hopeful that the story will prevent you,
Enduring the ordeal that I went through,
I was running with the vile substance,
When I tripped on a broken flooring tile,
Which had a disastrous consequence,
Though I am quite sure it will tempt a smile,
I was stuck where I fell for near a week,
The way that I got free was quite unique,
But wasn't ideal as I'm now a freak,
Since I'm living with a tile on my cheek.
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Kiss
She was beautiful and yet she was flawed,
Unaware of what her conscience was for,
There was evil in her eyes and her smile,
I wish I hadn't lived to tell the tale,
Everything was sweet till it turned bitter,
Putrid wounds started to burn and blister,
How can one resist such a siren song,
When I'm in her arms I feel like I'm known,
Lost in the moment till it all was lost,
Trapped in a horror weak and powerless,
I didn't have enough strength to resist,
There was a faint taste of blood in her kiss,
I was sure I was going to perish,
Helplessly trapped by her ruthless caress,
Broken and not fit to try to resist,
Shaken by the blood tasted in her kiss.
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The search
We slide the razor-blade against the skin,
Swallow the pill and stick the needle in,
But it never replaces what's missing,
We have just got to keep on searching,
What if we find it but then can't claim it,
What if we can never quite feel content,
What if we go and forfeit everything,
Just to find that we end up with nothing,
Be it a cold hand or a gentle touch,
We will learn there's no such thing as too much,
After all that's seen and all that is done,
We may just find something is someone,
What if we find them but then can't claim them,
What if the torment is too much to bear,
What if we then create an obsession,
Which makes us go completely insane.
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