Where have all the Bastards Gone, Where has Brexit gone, Boris Johnson is trying to get something done, he says it all the time, Lets Get Brexit done, but what is he trying to get done? it certainly is not Brexit.
The News, Vox Pops, Media trickle seems to be disinterested in where all the Bastards have gone, Of course, Chief Bastard Sedwill, is always in the shadows behind the curtain,
Dominic Cummings sent his “Bat-signal”, perhaps a sign that bastards still lurk beneath the Rocks of De Spaffo, de Piffel’s Election campaign, but it seems that Kompromat, Graft good old fashioned Bribery and Corruption has silenced them for the most part, not even the slightest Echo in the ears of Boris’s Narcissus., and Mr Boris Saab, can say with his water mellon , picaninee smile “all 650 Candidates are backing my Brexit deal, my excellent deal, everyone said I couldn’t do it but I did”.
Said three times to encourage the crew, Thrice he said it must be true?
Not wanting to be snarky, but really? Really Bojo?
The Pharisees Dog Ate My Homework – Poem by Ted Sheridan
The bliss of being ignorant; knowing for not and
drawing a blank when life hands you an empty plate
and asks you to take up the collection from the congregation.
All of who are still in hiding from their own shadow.
Sliding down into their respected pews with both callused knees
firmly implanted on the reality of the cold hard floor of truth;
while every page in the book they recite is marked with the blood
of John the Baptist. Even he had not seen the face of the Lord but only
felt his presence and preached the message of the sacred stones
that the Almighty was said to have given to Moses on the mountain.
The flock believing the burning bush was God; and it was to them
the children of God, these words were given. You and I are the sacrifice
to the lambs; the fools who pass the plate and to whom not so much as a cracker is given as we obey the money changers and do their bidding…
2008 © T Sheridan
The Dog ate Boris’s Brexit Homework.
“canem meum comedit me Duis congue sem”
“Amā mē, amā canem meum.”
Utinam tam facile esset inane pectus mollire terendo esurietis.
As sit luxuriae masturbationem
Boris’s Dad sent a note to the teacher excusing him from a visit to Headmaster Neals study, but, the Visiting Professor of #MAGA is here today. President Trump has come to examine the Bojo course work given that the Homework has gone missing as evidenced by the note from his Dad.
Will President Trump help the classics student to re-discover his Brexit, can President Trump encourage the errant schoolboy to conjugate his Brexit verbs and make Brexit Great again?
Mr Trump has his own Bastards to deal with, of course, it is true that “One man’s Fish is another man’s Poisson. ”
“it is a wise child that knows his own father”
Meanwhile here’s a Conjugation in three parts of the Verb to Leave, Latin English and then Greek.
http://www.cultus.hk/Latin_vocab/verb3/discedere.html
https://en.bab.la/conjugation/english/leave
https://www.biblehub.com/greek/863.htm
Bend it, bend it, just a little bit
And take it easy, show you’re likin’ it
Brino Brino Just a Little Bit
Surrender , Surrender Just a Little More
Brino Brino , Lets Get Brino done.
When I’m lonely, well, I know I’m gonna be
I’m gonna be the man who’s lonely without you
And when I’m dreamin’, well, I know I’m gonna dream
I’m gonna dream about the time when I’m with you
Brino Brino Just a Little Bit
Surrender , Surrender Just a Little more
Brino Brino , Lets Get Brino done.
Where have all the Bastards gone, long time passing?
Where have all the Bastards gone, long time ago?
Where have all the Bastards gone?
Young girls have picked them everyone
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Brino Brino Just a Little Bit
Surrender , Surrender Just a Little more
Brino Brino , Lets Get Brino done.
Bend it, bend it, just a little bit
And take it easy, show you’re likin’ it
And lover, you know that we’re gonna hit
The heights cause I’m sure that we’re made to fit
Together just like pieces of a
Jigsaw puzzle, what’s the hustle
Bend it, bend it, just a little more
Without you, baby, I’m so insecure
But you can make me feel that I am sure
I’ve got a sickness only you can cure
So just relax, there’s stacks of time, but honey
Please don’t tease me – try to please me
Oh-yeah, that’s good, oh-yes, ah-yes
Bend it, bend it, just a little bit
And take it easy, show you’re likin’ it
And lover, you know that we’re gonna hit
The heights cause I’m sure that we’re made to fit
Together just like pieces of a
Jigsaw puzzle, what’s the hustle
Bend it, bend it, just a little bit
And take it easy, show you’re likin’ it
And ahhh… Show me now, yeah that’s right
Ah, oh yeah, yeah that’s right
C’mon now, right right right
Peter Paul and Mary 500 Miles Five Hundred Miles, not to be confused with the song of the same title by The Proclaimers.
Peter, Paul & Mary – 500 Miles Lyrics
[Verse 1]
When I wake up, well, I know I’m gonna be
I’m gonna be the man who wakes up next to you
When I go out, yeah, I know I’m gonna be
I’m gonna be the man who goes along with you
If I get drunk, well, I know I’m gonna be
I’m gonna be the man who gets drunk next to you
And if I haver, yeah, I know I’m gonna be
I’m gonna be the man who’s haverin’ to you
[Chorus]
But I would walk five hundred miles
And I would walk five hundred more
Just to be the man who walked a thousand miles
To fall down at your door
[Verse 2]
When I’m workin’, yes, I know I’m gonna be
I’m gonna be the man who’s workin’ hard for you
And when the money comes in for the work I do
I’ll pass almost every penny on to you
When I come home (when I come home), oh, I know I’m gonna be
I’m gonna be the man who comes back home to you
And if I grow old, well, I know I’m gonna be
I’m gonna be the man who’s growin’ old with you
[Chorus]
But I would walk five hundred miles
And I would walk five hundred more
Just to be the man who walked a thousand miles
To fall down at your door
[Post-Chorus]
Ta-da-da-ta, ta-da-da-ta, ta-da-da-ta, ta-da-da-ta
Ta-da-da-dan-te-la-dan-te-la-dan-te-le-la-da-da
Ta-da-da-ta, ta-da-da-ta, ta-da-da-ta, ta-da-da-ta
Ta-da-da-dan-te-la-dan-te-la-dan-te-le-la-da-da
[Verse 3]
When I’m lonely, well, I know I’m gonna be
I’m gonna be the man who’s lonely without you
And when I’m dreamin’, well, I know I’m gonna dream
I’m gonna dream about the time when I’m with you
When I go out (when I go out), well, I know I’m gonna be
I’m gonna be the man who goes along with you
And when I come home (when I come home), yes, I know I’m gonna be
I’m gonna be the man who comes back home with you
I’m gonna be the man who’s comin’ home with you
[Chorus]
But I would walk five hundred miles
And I would walk five hundred more
Just to be the man who walked a thousand miles
To fall down at your door
[Post-Chorus]
Ta-da-da-ta, ta-da-da-ta, ta-da-da-ta, ta-da-da-ta
Ta-da-da-dan-te-la-dan-te-la-dan-te-le-la-da-da
Ta-da-da-ta, ta-da-da-ta, ta-da-da-ta, ta-da-da-ta
Ta-da-da-dan-te-la-dan-te-la-dan-te-le-la-da-da
Ta-da-da-ta, ta-da-da-ta, ta-da-da-ta, ta-da-da-ta
Ta-da-da-dan-te-la-dan-te-la-dan-te-le-la-da-da
Ta-da-da-ta, ta-da-da-ta, ta-da-da-ta, ta-da-da-ta
Ta-da-da-dan-te-la-dan-te-la-dan-te-le-la-da-da
[Chorus]
And I would walk five hundred miles
And I would walk five hundred more
Just to be the man who walked a thousand miles
To fall down at your door
Where have all the flowers gone, long time passing?
Where have all the flowers gone, long time ago?
Where have all the flowers gone?
Young girls have picked them everyone
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Where have all the young girls gone, long time passing?
Where have all the young girls gone, long time ago?
Where have all the young girls gone?
Gone for husbands everyone
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Where have all the husbands gone, long time passing?
Where have all the husbands gone, long time ago?
Where have all the husbands gone?
Gone for soldiers everyone
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Where have all the soldiers gone, long time passing?
Where have all the soldiers gone, long time ago?
Where have all the soldiers gone?
Gone to graveyards, everyone
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Where have all the graveyards gone, long time passing?
Where have all the graveyards gone, long time ago?
Where have all the graveyards gone?
Gone to flowers, everyone
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?
The Legend of Xanadu
Matthew 13:24-30 (KJV)
24 Another parable put he forth unto them, saying, The kingdom of heaven is likened unto a man which sowed good seed in his field:
25 But while men slept, his enemy came and sowed tares among the wheat, and went his way.
26 But when the blade was sprung up, and brought forth fruit, then appeared the tares also.
27 So the servants of the householder came and said unto him, Sir, didst not thou sow good seed in thy field? from whence then hath it tares?
28 He said unto them, An enemy hath done this. The servants said unto him, Wilt thou then that we go and gather them up?
29 But he said, Nay; lest while ye gather up the tares, ye root up also the wheat with them.
30 Let both grow together until the harvest: and in the time of harvest I will say to the reapers, Gather ye together first the tares, and bind them in bundles to burn them: but gather the wheat into my barn.
Don’t Get Brinoed.
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