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Jimmy silker Jun 21
They used to call him the ironmonger
For he'd make a bolt for the door
When it was his turn at the bar
His wallet was in his other jacket
He'd be back in a minute
Just round the corner
It wasent far
It became a sort of art form
One that I couldn't help applaud
His bald faced brass balledness
Deffo could not be ignored
But there is a craft
To chicanery
If done with a bit of charm
It provides its own amusement
So really where's the harm?
Others were driven *****
It made them twist and ****
But I always appreciate
A master hard at work.
Jimmy silker Jun 19
All of humanity's problems stem
From a man's inability to sit
Quietly in a room alone
Well if those words were true
I'd be a king
Upon a throne
But quantity is not quality
Besides there is no enterography
From the inside
To the outside
That gets shown
Pascal wrote that opening
In the mid sixteen hundreds
It's been quoted cameoed
And inspected
It invites you to do
What it says you can't
Irrespective.
  Jun 19 Jimmy silker
Geof Spavins
O, T, T, begin the spree,  
F, F, S, S, join the jubilee.  
E comes next with elegant flair,  
N's not far, high in the air.  
T struts in, all bold and then...  
We’re queued for E and T again!  

Numbers marching, letters in tow,  
A cryptic parade with a lyrical flow.  
They don’t count sheep, they just rhyme tight,  
The alphabet’s way of counting at night.
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