Biggus
04-19-2015, 04:41 AM
ST SWITHIN AND THE WINCHESTER EGG WOMAN
An old lady's eggs had been smashed
On the new stone bridge by workmen
Swithin picked the broken eggs up and
They miraculously became whole again
ON HER CHARIOT DRAWN BY GRIFFINS
On her chariot drawn by griffins
The maiden goddess, dispensing justice
With rod, scales, sword and scourge
The avenger of crime, Nemesis
SHARE YOUR KNOWLEDGE AND YOUR WISDOM
Share your knowledge and your wisdom
While you’re here because in reality
Short of committing mass murder
It's the only way to achieve an immortality
THERE WAS SOMETHING REMARKABLE
There was something remarkable
A special quality beyond belief
Something dangerous and daring
With the dark-haired slip of mischief
IF LIFE IS GETTING YOU DOWN
If life is getting you down
And depressing you increasingly
Take all of your troubles
And toss them into the sea,
You don’t have to do it for real
Just do it metaphorically
But a trip to the beach
Will help you miraculously
OLD
Old man’s withered fingers,
On a gnarled arthritic hand,
Grip the knotted handle
Of his twisted wooden cane
And in his leathered face
Is etched deep the pain
Of a life lived long
And his aged countenance
Each wrinkle tells the tale
An old lady's eggs had been smashed
On the new stone bridge by workmen
Swithin picked the broken eggs up and
They miraculously became whole again
ON HER CHARIOT DRAWN BY GRIFFINS
On her chariot drawn by griffins
The maiden goddess, dispensing justice
With rod, scales, sword and scourge
The avenger of crime, Nemesis
SHARE YOUR KNOWLEDGE AND YOUR WISDOM
Share your knowledge and your wisdom
While you’re here because in reality
Short of committing mass murder
It's the only way to achieve an immortality
THERE WAS SOMETHING REMARKABLE
There was something remarkable
A special quality beyond belief
Something dangerous and daring
With the dark-haired slip of mischief
IF LIFE IS GETTING YOU DOWN
If life is getting you down
And depressing you increasingly
Take all of your troubles
And toss them into the sea,
You don’t have to do it for real
Just do it metaphorically
But a trip to the beach
Will help you miraculously
OLD
Old man’s withered fingers,
On a gnarled arthritic hand,
Grip the knotted handle
Of his twisted wooden cane
And in his leathered face
Is etched deep the pain
Of a life lived long
And his aged countenance
Each wrinkle tells the tale