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The Titanic may have sunk due to a fire in the ship’s boiler room a new documentary claims

A documentary to be heired later today (Sunday 1 January), on channel 4, claims that the real reason for the sinking of the Titanic stemmed from a fire in the ship’s boiler room, which had been raging since it set sail from Southampton. Had it not been for the fire the documentary claims, what could have been a relatively minor encounter with an iceberg, turned into a major disaster. While the fire was mentioned at the enquiry into the sinking of the Titanic, according to the documentary not...

Happy New Year!

A very happy new year to all my readers. Thank you for following me in 2016 and I wish you all the very best for 2017.

Kevin

There Was A Young Lady Called Rose

There was a young lady called Rose
Who counted her fingers and toes.
To make quite sure,
She counted them once more,
Then for good measure, she added her nose.

Squire and Peasant

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I see a vanished land
Where the squire held command
Over the countryside,
Before the tide
Turned
And paternalism was spurned,
Or merely ebbed away
Ushering in a new day.

To hounds he rode
Or through his estate strode
In search of grouse or pheasant.
With countenance pleasant
Or severe
He ruled his peasants
Far and near.

Sometimes a thinker
And often a drinker
He felt a connection with the whole
Estate, his soul
Was as one
with generations long since gone.
Frequently inartic...

Twenty-Seventeen

The weather is drear
And none save my dog is near.
The new year
Beccons
As seconds
Are here then gone.
The clock’s hands move on
Towards twenty-seventeen.
I have no magic screen
To gaze into the future, but stupidity
And that age-old vice cupidity
Will, I venture to maintain
Continue to reign.

The human race
Has a face
Half devil and part divine.
There is a fine
Line
Between the two.
Looking through
History one finds dreams of utopia turning to hell,
Yet one can not tell
The idealist that he...

There Was A Young Lady Called Gay

There was a young lady called Gay
Who composed limericks throughout the day.
She read them aloud at night,
Which was much to the delight
Of the owl who lived down her way.

Lay

Girls in throw-away bras
Exit cars,
Who’s engines continue to idle
As they sidle
Away,
For they
Have a visit to pay.

No poet’s lay,
Just the worn out music does play.
Then they are away
To the self-same place
Where another flushed face
Rushes to forget
Regret
In lust and sweat.

There Was A Young Lady Called Louise

There was a young lady called Louise
Who sailed the high seas
In a fine old ship,
Where she brandished a whip
The sailors for to tease…!

There Was A Young Lady Called Emma

There was a young lady called Emma
Who took ill while visiting Vienna.
She did cough and sneeze,
Then remarked with a wheeze,
“Its freezing here in Vienna”!

Webcam

Being blind
I wry amusement find
When a webcam
(a wam, bam)
Girl follows me on Twitter.
She may dance in a costume of glitter
Bright
For other men at night,
Or, more probably perform in the nude
Acts most crude.
I am no prude
But as I can not see
Thee
Oh tempting nymph, I will not follow back
So you will another follower lack!

Dry your eyes my dear,
Though I fear
You may have nothing to wipe away your tears.
With. Perhaps your lipstick smears
At the thought of wasted years
As you bat your ey...