brian roy skyers
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Anniversary. It’s your anniversary, it’s bound to be a beautiful day A chance to repeat the things you used to say The sweet nothings with which you won the prize
Who Killed Cock Robin?
What a calamity! What is this that has befallen the valley? No dawn chorus No Shep, the sheepdog to meet the bus
A galant lady.
peace at last
Another rocket, another bomb issuing yet more smoke Buildings falling, dust and rubble, shield your face or choke More incendiaries that heat the earth The family of man have no value of life and it's worth
I hear old Ben's been banging for three minutes nonstop There's been many an old boy, overexerted and had their heart stopped Good on you, old Ben, you never missed a stroke You got through and wasn't broke
ready for work
Crisp new uniform, bright buttons, sharp lapels Ready turned out, ready to give the enemy hell Covert action is all in the game And hope to inflict much much pain
What an amazing site to behold A branch of nature to witness unfold In a picturesque manicured garden A humming bird feeds leisurely
No reason to have to occasionally glance No reason to check your stance Allow your mind to drift where it will Prostrate, fidget or be still
A Horse, A Horse
Slashing, stabbing, all to stay alive Deadly arrows through the air They do their work no matter your size Close warfare in defense of the realm
LITTERBUGS. HUMAN BEINGS DON’T HALF MAKE ME BITTER WHEN THEY’VE FINNISHED FEEDING THEIR FACES
GOLDEN OLDIES ALL OVER THE WORLD SET OUT EACH DAY FOR A MORNING RUN FOR SOME IT'S LIFE OR DEATH, OTHERS IT'S A BIT OF FUN ON ONE HAND IT'S TO MILK AND HERD AND FETCH ON THE OTHER IT'S TO JOG AND RHYTHMICALLY BREATHE AND STRETCH
chainsaw massacre again
An arborial life is lost it may not have been burnt, but it's been slashed the wicked ringbark a slow death like lost fins of a shark
Boadicea..a different view.
Boadicea revels in her womanhood, attributes overly blessed Her voluptuous form is excited, but her hair is a mess This covert and dangerous clandestine meeting Allows no niceties or extended greeting
we're winging our way to foreign lands. passengers are thinking of soft white sand. captain Buck is making good time.
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It’s your anniversary, it’s bound to be a beautiful day
A chance to repeat the things you used to say
The sweet nothings with which you won the prize
And brought out the sparkle in her eyes
The make believe star to which you both made a wish
Lets hope up to now it’s still bliss
You’ll both laugh at the night she ran away to her mum
All because she had a bit too much rum
The night you didn’t come in because you were at your mates
And she set about smashing up all the plates.
Tonight you’ll go out and rekindle your married life