One foot immersed
the plan rehearsed,
then off at speed
to do the deed.
There once was a poet named Turner.
He was kind and a rather quick learner.
Then he tempted his fate
when he stayed for debate
Though the timing is rather uncanny,
Happy Birthday, I say, poet Danny.
On another year's crest
it may BE for the best
I shall drink your wine
take away your food,
deprive you of shelter
and dry up your well.
It was a simple barricade,
Arabic letters, exclamation marks,
a hot, oppressive wind, pregnant
with stinging sand and camel dung.
We'd been inside that place,
La Louvre, wow we said,
again and yet again, and there
she was, like in the story book,
A cockatoo named Elsevier
had sipped some of his master's beer.
The alcohol had warmed his heart,
he thought it would be very smart
They say that in Seattle snot
runs out of noses quite a lot.
The weather is, well rather shitty
which, in a way, may be a pity.
I think it may be rather odd
that no one knows the real God.
Elusive, yes, for centuries
and overseeing miseries,