brian roy skyers
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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
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
What an amazing site to behold A branch of nature to witness unfold In a picturesque manicured garden A humming bird feeds leisurely
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
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
When love entices you both to tie the knot And very soon you both realise what you’ve got A mate to entrust your soul To share your time as you both get old
we're winging our way to foreign lands. passengers are thinking of soft white sand. captain Buck is making good time.
Two vultures sit on a branch up a tree I've stopped, and armed with my camera, I approach stealthily I begin to smell a pong I squinted around and located the source before long
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
In the land of the rough crag and heather Where peoples' blood and bones are built to withstand the weather Where the stag is revered for succeeding to evade the hunt Where the singsong speech at times can appear a bit blunt
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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
Simon rooster has no wish to crow
Mellow lark has no get-up-and go
Natures community has never known it so dark
As the days wear on, still they come
We can’t say when the homage will be done
Who could commit this mortal sin
Still..cold..lifeless lies Cock Robin
Inspector Mole, determined to find the killer
Scrutinises all, in effort to identify the sinner
There may be a list of suspects and many a confession
To find the truth he will make...