A poem, by Deadend Jobsworth, MP

My dear friend, Deadend Jobsworth of Gluttonbury, MP for Numberwang, has penned a poem in memory of Rudyard Kipling’s ‘If’.

COLOURS

Clours Primary Rainbow Signify Deep meanings In flags Red can Mean Sacrifice Yellow Faith/religion Green Fertility These symbols Have deep Meanings In certain Regions

BLACK KARL MARX

I thought I saw Karl Marx In a super Market same height Sams beard Bushy grey Didn't talk To him Could have heard What he would Say When I pose The question Are you Karl Marx?

The Hand Of Day

The coloured skies of dawn that hold The promised day there in the palm Of morning. Close enough for you To take the hand of day and walk On down these paths, between the gorse

Libra

Only cautious Capricorn can make me lose my balance.

Wyoming

Cast in a beautiful Wyoming sky, The grandest of all the land A cowboy races, his lasso held high, His horse obeying his command A bull with the strength of 500 men,

Eve

There is a woman, and she sits all alone, From the beginning of time, she perches her throne And she bears witness to the troubles of life, So much pain, so much sorrow and strife

The thing that is killing me

I can do it, I know, but every time I try I only run out of steam before I get anywhere.

a hanging

The gallows swang in the distance the rain poured down and the wind howled around the moorings. The crowd was jeering they sensed the terror which was coming.

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