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Katzy

[*] posted on 14-8-2012 at 09:28
I can read between the lines, I guess, coz I rather like it.

Typical Coalition about the fields, too.

"We want to encourage our children to do more sport!" they yell, whilst selling-off school playing fields.

They're still doing it, as I type.

'course, the Tory voters won't give a sh1t, coz their private schools still have fields...

When they say "Our children", they mean "Their children". Not ours.
giron

[*] posted on 13-8-2012 at 11:01
Quote:
Originally posted by John_Little
She has got the most boring voice of a poet ever in the entire galaxy.


No, I think you'll find that's Pam Ayres. lips_sealed
giron

[*] posted on 13-8-2012 at 11:00
Quote:
Originally posted by Nimuae

Me too, Giron, me too ! How did we come by such a rubbish laureate ?


It should be compulsory for them to be GPO trained. waggyfinger
Nimuae

[*] posted on 12-8-2012 at 14:19
Quote:
Originally posted by giron
Quote:
Originally posted by marymary100
I think, however, it is exactly the sort of poem that a poet laureate writes to mark important occasions.


Ah, so it's supposed to be a poem.

I'll tell you what, I've seem better stuff than that scrawled on the walls of a GPO bog.


Me too, Giron, me too ! How did we come by such a rubbish laureate ?
LSemmens

[*] posted on 12-8-2012 at 14:16
You are wrong there, Mary, we are all positive that she's nailed it.......nananana
marymary100

[*] posted on 11-8-2012 at 16:07
What a lot of negative nellies...waggyfinger
John_Little

[*] posted on 11-8-2012 at 15:20
She has got the most boring voice of a poet ever in the entire galaxy.
LSemmens

[*] posted on 11-8-2012 at 14:29
Of course you've seen better stuff in the bog. You'll see that one, too, 'cause that's what Mary said, she's nailed it. Where do you nail, stuff? In the bog of course, otherwise you'd have nothing with which to wipe your derriere, would you?
giron

[*] posted on 11-8-2012 at 13:00
Quote:
Originally posted by marymary100
I think, however, it is exactly the sort of poem that a poet laureate writes to mark important occasions.


Ah, so it's supposed to be a poem.

I'll tell you what, I've seem better stuff than that scrawled on the walls of a GPO bog.
marymary100

[*] posted on 11-8-2012 at 11:36
Funnily enough someone else just said the same thing to me. They felt it started off well but then came to nothing. I think, however, it is exactly the sort of poem that a poet laureate writes to mark important occasions.
Nimuae

[*] posted on 11-8-2012 at 11:28
Not keen !
marymary100

[*] posted on 11-8-2012 at 10:22
TRANSLATING THE BRITISH, 2012
A summer of rain, then a gap in the clouds

and The Queen jumped from the sky

to the cheering crowds.

We speak Shakespeare here,

a hundred tongues, one-voiced; the moon bronze or silver,

sun gold, from Cardiff to Edinburgh

by way of London Town,

on the Giantís Causeway;

we say we want to be who we truly are,

now, we roar it. Welcome to us.

Weíve had our pockets picked,

the soft, white hands of bankers,

bold as brass, filching our gold, our silver;

we want it back.

We are Mo Farah lifting the 10,000 metres gold.

We want new running-tracks in his name.

For Jessica Ennis, the same; for the Brownlee brothers,

Rutherford, Ohuruogu, Whitlock, Tweddle,

for every medal earned,

we want school playing-fields returned.

Enough of the soundbite abstract nouns,

austerity, policy, legacy, of tightening metaphorical belts;

we got on our real bikes,

for we are Bradley Wiggins,

side-burned, Mod, god;

we are Sir Chris Hoy,

Laura Trott, Victoria Pendleton, Kenny, Hindes,

Clancy, Burke, Kennaugh and Geraint Thomas,

Olympian names.

We want more cycle lanes.

Or we saddled our steed,

or we paddled our own canoe,

or we rowed in an eight or a four or a two;

our names, Glover and Stanning; Baillie and Stott;

Adlington, Ainslie, Wilson, Murray,

Valegro (Dujardinís horse).

We saw what we did. We are Nicola Adams and Jade Jones,

bring on the fighting kids.

We sense new weather.

We are on our marks. We are all in this together.














(Nailed it, didn't she.)