Spare a thought for us homeless magicians
For we wander the streets like you.
Be kind to us kindly mages,
It’s not hard for our needs are few:
We just need a little temple space
To do our pentagram and hexagram rituals,
Where the nearest Pub is just a short pace
So that afterwards we can go have some victuals.
We need storage space too, but until we find it
I suppose we’ll just have to carry on looking.
So spare a thought for us homeless magicians –
The bastard hotel has cancelled our booking!
Alex Sumner (Age 371/4).
Ode To Mo Farah On His Winning His Second Gold at the 2012 Olympics
Mo Farah, Double-Olympic Champion and subject of bad poetry.
Yo, Mo!
You got the flow, bro’!
You ain’t no slow-joe,
And you don’t think “Whoa! Whoa!”
‘Cause that’d be a no-no!
And Seb Coe would be onto Bo-Jo
Saying “How wrong did we go, y’know?”
And Bo-Jo would say to Coe: “Coe!
I don’t really know, fo’ sho’!”
Instead, Mo’s a pro!
And it only goes to show
That the crowd say: Bo! Yo!
Go Mo, Go Mo, Go!
Go, go!
Go.
Go.
Alex Sumner, age 393/4.
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