Reparations

Reparations
There’s a broken hinge
On my grandfather’s barn-door
That his great-grandfather broke.
I will not rest
Til justice has been done.

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Ten Thousand a Year

Ten Thousand a year
‘Now boys, before we go take out your pens
Don’t worry, you won’t have to write a lot!
I’m going to give you each a little card.
Now on the bottom corner write your name
And – no discussion now – on one side write
The very first idea that comes to mind
Whenever I say the word…Guillotine!’
He [...]

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Ode to a Musical Neighbour

Just a little bit of fun inspired by the brass section next door.
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Sometimes the jazzman who’s lost some equipment
(like the mute for his trumpet) Uses balled fist instead.
I wish that the kid playing scales on his tuba
Would try muting his with his head!

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