Harry and friends take a pleasure flight
Niko the pilot says it will be all right Yet Harry once airborne is full of fear “Niko, my friend, get me out of here” *** “I want to go home I can take it no more!” Before they know it he opens the door Out of the cabin, he clings on the plane “Get me down Niko, I’ll fly never again!” *** Caro leans out and speaks sternly to Harry “Are you the brave man I wanted to marry? You’re behaving now like a big-girl’s blouse What are you really? A mouse or a Louse?”
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My book Harry the Louse goes to the dogs
While once more I focus on writing blogs So two birds I’ll kill with one large rock This blogging business is poppycock *** The first in my sights, my damned editor Whatever I write she demands far more The next perhaps Harry’s golden goose Shall I rewrite her as a grabbing moose? *** Harry thought she was just right for him Elegant, sexy, well-heeled and slim It turns out that she’s no bimbo blonde The type of woman of which he’s fond *** She’s with poor Harry when he’s robbed She felt his anguish while he sobbed, ‘The thieving swine’s taken all my cash But to lend to me would just be rash’ *** He sits there hurt with blooded nose His building plans beset by woes ‘I will not let you invest your money In Cretan dreams of milk and honey’ *** Could his refusal be calculation To hide his plan’s examination Does he believe that by saying no More likely to him her cash will flow? 
My webpage is lacking something, I have to toil yet more
My editor wants more verses, she says only poems soar. ‘My novel, it will suffer when mere days would see it done!’ ‘Your lousy story’s not wanted; folk find poetry more fun.’ *** Harry the Louse was sidelined, I yielded to her request I sadly pulled the plug on him when almost at his best Convincingly he’d whispered, sweet words to a dishy blonde She took him to her hotel room to stroke his magic wand *** It excited her the thing she saw, she believed t’would do the trick She hoped he would lead gently in, not wave his wand too quick The lights were dim upon the scene, her cunning barely showing As Harry moved towards her charms, his magic wand a-glowing *** The stage was set most carefully, she squirmed with expectation She took his wand with outstretched hand, an act of supplication But in urgency she pulled too hard, caused the wand to blow a fuse And brought a damp squib ending that neither one would choose *** I have given Harry a firm promise, I’ll just focus on my book Her demands for rhyming verse put him firmly on the hook Harry won’t help with poetry or before a woman grovel He only wants to be a star in a first class proper novel 
The Greek gravy train hits the buff€rs
Europe looks away as a nation suffers ‘Don’t ask us for help with your plight You owe us big time, it’s ours by right So clear off back to crumbling Greece Toil day and night and never cease Things for you will get no better Until no longer are you a debtor’ €€€ What next for Tsipras and Varoufakis Heading for home to sink some rakis? Short shrift they had from Europe’s elite So it’s back to Athens to take some heat What the Greek people have now is plain Tsipras is Samaras with a different name Some say he fooled his voters and lied But kinder folk say his hands were tied. €€€ Each year the Greeks celebrate ‘Ochi’ day When Mussolini learned there was no way He could trample across Hellenic lands With his fascist troops and cut-throat bands His march on Greece brought bloody nose He called friend Adolf to fight his foes During four long years jackboots dictated By most of Greece his men were hated €€€ Yet now left-wing Syriza bends its knee To the new-found strength of Germany The tragedy goes way beyond the shores Of Greek democracy, ideals and laws This new Europe in which we’re all thrust Is the very antithesis of democracy’s trust A principle established in ancient Greece To serve the people and keep the peace €€€ The EU was set-up to stop Europe’s wars Some say it now settles far earlier scores To trample roughshod over a nation’s right To protect its people and stand and fight Should Syriza fly the white flag of defeat And grovel once more at the tyrant’s feet? Better a brand new F’Ochi-off day Than let moneyed tyrants have their say €€€ The people didn’t vote to bear this cross Of a dictating Europe that thinks it’s boss The German euro will bring nothing but pain So throw it out – raise the drachma again! Take courage Tsipras, put democracy first Or end up a failure and be forever cursed Greece has no choice the euro to leave Gather your strength and give it the heave 
 I’m told my webpage it is lagging, so I have to work some more
‘You must write another poem, that’s what they’re waiting for.’ ‘But my novel’s nearly finished, twelve days should see it done!’ ‘They don’t want your heavy novels, a poem’s much more fun.’ *** Harry the Louse is once more sidelined, my editor’s in command This constant switching Harry on and off, is getting out of hand Successfully he’d whispered, sweet words to a well-heeled blonde They’d headed to her hotel room to try out his magic wand *** She was excited by the promise made, she looked forward to his trick She hoped he would prepare his ground, not wave his wand too quick She set the stage with coloured lights, her cunning just revealing A grand showing he would make, of his magic wand’s concealing *** The stage was set, as were the props, she pulsed with anticipation Harry prepared to thrust his wand and cause a great sensation His mobile rang demandingly, perhaps with something tragic His face went white, his poor wand fell and Harry lost his magic *** He has made me swear a promise, I must learn to wait a tick And ignore all demands for poetry, while I write a Harry trick Which is the more important asked our persuasive lady killer Blog-standard rambling verse or a potential first-class thriller? 
The Greeks know 'twill be a mess There is no need to second guess Today they are feeling full of hope But when they see he cannot cope And to the Troika he bows his head All hope they had will then be dead He will hold out that begging bowl For German money to fill the hole Berlin's finest will moan and groan Yet find the cash for another loan The Greeks will never lose their debt The hopes they had will not be met There is one chance to yet be free No longer broken on bended knee The accursed Euro, in fact's the same As the Deutschmark with another name The Greeks will better days not see Until they ditch this damned currency Tis a cruel hope to expect real gains Shackled by Krupp & Co steel chains No more u-boats or mighty tanks No more in hock to foreign banks With the Drachma back in circulation A chance to construct a better nation However, it is hard to break this link To others' rule when you cannot think Put a man in power, remove his brain Puff him with pride, he'll not think again A broken man, he now cries and garbles 'I blame Lord Elgin, he stole our Marbles' 
Greece lightning!
Voter heartening Opinions widening Merkel maddening Farage toughening Cameron campaigning Chances heightening Britain-out voting Treaties reopening EU-rule weakening Pruning-knife sharpening Politician lightening Banker frightening Big-business unburdening Freedom strengthening Democracy recovering People self-governing! 
The Greek gravy train has a head of steam
Now crewed by the Syriza winning team They planned their route, it’s all set down Flags and bunting decorate every town Their plan is simple, although brand new Is it perhaps something we all should do? Free transportation for the frail and old Their daring plan is foolproof yet so bold Thousands of jobs created from thin air Other countries leaders just don’t care If they did, would they not do the same? They would magic jobs and play the game Jobs for the boys and for our women too You’ll be paid for sleeping and on the loo While our new plans fill Europe with rage We will pay you at least, a minimum wage From where will all this fine money come To take the Greek population off its bum? The government will get much-needed cash By taxing the rich and squeezing their stash Conglomerates too, will pay a bigger share Businesses everywhere will pay, that’s fair Poor brave Syriza, they just cannot know When you tax the rich they usually up and go Businesses across the land will simply relocate Corporation tax revenues fall and costs escalate Soon the government will run out of steam A year, perhaps two, then a shattered dream Out will come once more the begging bowl Please Deutschland dig us from this awful hole We kept faith with the euro as you dictated Our economy stands battered and decimated Achtung! Do not plant these seeds here sown Greece must blow the whistle on the Eurozone |
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