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ORIGINAL POETRY
For versions of Horace's Pyrrha, click HERE
Thumilan: T. Candyman, inspired by King Thumilan I (1889-1953) of Pimp City, Thongawongaland.
Bad King
Thumilan looked out,
On the feast of Stephen;
Drunken yobs lay round about,
Laying into Eachan.
"Gosh, those drunken yobs are huge",
Thumilan said truly;
Then he turned around, and went
Back to his whore Julie.
Oh George, Oh G.W.B: S. Gardner, inspired by the greatest world leader this Planet has never seen.
Oh George,
Oh GWB,
Why do you so love to have your face on TV?
You tried so hard for more and more,
And now you have your spurious war.
So what do you want from Saddam and co,
Do you have a deal with Texaco?
I fail to see your guiding light,
Your reason to lead USA into utter shite,
So can't you just give it up?
Tony B,
that man of glee,
Why let'st thou thine puppeteer guide thee?
Georgie B is thine enemy.
He aims to propogate an unjust war
And yet you agree to support him more.
He has you blank cheque, what more can you give?
I suppose its next our soldiers right to live.
And then what, we have no more?
So it'll have to be more blood and gore.
You'll be overthrown.
The world
is a dangerous place,
When diplomacy is always thrown up in your face.
Why is the world such a bad place to be?
I guess it stems back to old George B.
He is the route of all our woe,
And if sense prevailed he'd be the first to go.
And with his puppeteer no more,
Tony Blair would then crash to the floor.
Then where would we be, with no leaders to lead?
We'd fulfill our own every need.
And live in peace for once and for all,
No blood lust, no pain, and no need for rule.