Ode to Cardiff Are you Wrexham? Are you Wrexham? Are you Wrexham in disguise? Are you Wrexham in disguise?
The shackles of time reason for a clock to mime such is the foundation the encryption of my imagination The old cliche of a nightmare I cant move while I silently stare In the end the questions of eternity what once seemed just a diversity.
There can be only 1 poem....Kipling's "If". I think it goes something like this ........ * If you can bake a cake when all about you * Are burning theirs and blaming it on you; * If you can trust your buns when bakers doubt you, * Then make allowance for their doubting too. * If you can bake and not be tired by baking, * Get your jam-tarts out, don't make rhubarb-pies. * Don't make toast or give way to brown bread-making, * And yet don't burn your scones, and you'll be wise. * * * If you can make one heap of all your fine buns * And turn them into one huge wedding-cake, * Fine-sprinkle the top with hundreds and thousands, * Then that would be the best cake you could make. * If you can force your dough into a huge pan * To serve your turn long after you are gone, * Then maybe you would rather make a big flan? * And don't forget to make the odd croissant. * Then you will be a baker my son and make exceedingly good cakes
There was a young man from Kairdiff Whose pubes were combed to a quiff He dyed them, Chastised them He even baptised them But he still couldn't wake up with a stiff
Scot free If your like me you have to agree you just can`t walk around scot free. You go outside but you wont get far before some copper in his car stops to play that same old game ! Where you going & whats your name ? Whats in your pockets giss a look writes it down in his little black book. But while they stop to bother me the real criminals get away Scot free !
There once was a man named Dave, who kept a dead whore in a cave, she had only one tit, and smelled worse than ****, but think of the money Dave saved.
There was a young lady from Morton who had one big tit and one short un To make up for that she had a f***ing big twat and a fart like a 750 Norton
They came for the socialists, I did not speak out, I was not a socialist. They came for the trade unionists, I did not speak out, I was not a trade unionist. They came for the Jews, I did not speak out, I am not a Jew. They came for me, there was no one left to speak out.
I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed--and gazed--but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
Our Deepest Fear by Marianne Williamson Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, handsome, talented and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God within us. It is not just in some; it is in everyone. And, as we let our own light shine, we consciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our fear, our presence automatically liberates others. [video=youtube;2_fDhqRk_Ro]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2_fDhqRk_Ro[/video]
