| Satire Poetry
posted November 20, 2015
In a land of misery,
I met a wizard called poverty,
he asked me to sit down for a cuppa tea
There we sat comfortably,
looking at each other most steadily,
and I took some whipped cream
Why have you come? He asked of me,
looking at me hastily
as he petted his guerrilla
I jumped up/I didn't like his tone,
because it reminded me of home,
and his type of tongue,
I heard it all to well,
when I was young.
Confusing me won't be an aid,
I've been there and I played these games,
now is one because of my sanity.
So if you don't really mind,
I'd like to leave this all behind,
and go elsewhere for my cup of tea.
Barbarism is not a Barbara,
Hanks not a tank in Angola,
and I'd like to fly my flag for peace
all the time.
If you want to go on and be that way,
I can't stop you just today,
which surely the world won't come
to your party.
Sooner or later you'll be in a corner,
picking plums with Jack Horner,
until a spider comes eats your
curds and whey.
Misery loves company
poverty is just a plan to be
in a place where we all want not to go.
Misery and poverty
won't you come down for a cup of tea
I'd like to but
you haven't any honey.
It keeps my mind above my head,
it rules for life and not the dead,
what you have said
is not my cup of tea.
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Song written in reflection of
all that's going on in the world.
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