You imagine you are running up on a cliff.
So green and nice.
No one else,
No worries.
Just sky, maybe a few mountains,
And mist in the distance you can get lost in.
No troubles can reach you.

You want to stay in that place as long as you can.
That’s heaven for me.

All you can see is the world doing its thing
right in front of you
You can just sit there and watch

The clouds float,
It’s like a journey to Neverland,
That’s my peace.

Over sad Palestine flies a blue and white star,
the symbol of suffering and pain:
a people enslaved by Zionist greed
where thousands of children lie slain.

So let's cherish poor Palestine's hopes
and the vile Star of David tear down;
carpeted on the cruel rugged cross
above bloodsoaked sacrosanct ground.

One day fat old Mr Knox
Sunbathed on some Grecian rocks;
Pandora swam by, nude,
Which was rather rude:
So he photographed her box.

St Andrew woke up one fine morn
He was feeling at a loss
He looked down and to his dismay
Found he'd been hung up on a cross.

He was really quite annoyed
As it was hurting lots and lots
"I'll have revenge, oy vay" said he
"I'll go and patronise the Scots."

So Andy, a Jewish fisher lad,
Became a famous Celtic saint
But always remember just one thing:
A real life Scot he ain't.
.

There was once a commie called Trotsky
Who thought about things quite a lotsky
One day he felt sick
As a sharpish ice-pick
Sliced a new hole in his botsky.

I have no new symptoms to look up on the internet,
My feet for now are gout and gangrene free.
I've not yet broken into a cold sweat,
Still it's only a quarter past three!
I don't feel that I'm very depressed,
On a level or particularly high,
Nor do I feel like I'm at any unrest,
Watching my moods, mutate, mix and multiply!
I take my multi vits and supplements,
Folic Acid, Iron and vitamin E.
I can't keep up with every circumstance,
Nor how many times I'm having to pee!.

Hans opened the grating as usual
Dropped the Zyklon B pellets
One by one just as the sergeant said
And closed the aperture
He couldn't bear the tumult
He knew would follow
It was the screams of the little ones
He found the most unsettling
But at least they ended first.
However, one thing was for sure
It beat the Hell out of dying a hero's death
On the frozen Russian front.
And there was a silver lining too:
Christmas was coming and with it extra rations.
Twenty long minutes elapsed

Benito Goebbels woke up early that morning
And he stared happily at the ceiling;
He was so happy, blissfully happy as always.
Benito listened to the bestially beautiful snoring
Echoing round the Epsilon double minus dormitory.
What a lovely sound and how happy he was.
He could still hear the sounds of his favourite tune
Ringing round in his surrogate brain.

"Epsilon double minus
Double minus, double nice
All other castes are total scheiss."

Wind by any other name doth smell the same -
Is my lovely name a misnomer then?
I am myself though, yet a true Sweetlove.
What’s a Sweetlove? It’s neither hand, nor foot,
Nor toe, nor any other naughtier part
Belonging to a being, sweet as moi.
What’s in a name? That which we call a fart
By any other name would smell as great;
And so Edna would (were she not Edna called
But maybe Deidre or Albert Buttock),
Retain that wondrous odour which she owns
Without the lovely Edna Sweetlove name.

there many flowers in a garden
but a certain flower is spotted.
a colorful one it is,
like a combination of a red rose and hibiscus,
the scent sent pleasant savours to the nose.
this flower is what you could use to win a heart.

in this garden
grows other flowers,
but they are not beautiful,
they had no colors,
like flowers in a desert.