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POETIC LICENCE.......  ????

We are the Silver Surfers
We are the Silver Surfers and we come here ever week
We do not come for fun and games. It's knowledge that we seek.

The teachers are so helpful and when we ask, they will
Put right our wrongs and errors. They impress us with their skill.

The Internet's a puzzle, confused is what I am
I do not know what some words mean and what on earth is SPAM???

"It's easy, Mum", my daughter says, "You just engage your brain." But at the ripe old age of seventy-eight brain cells are on the wane.

I only ever wanted to write letters to my friends.
But now upon the Internet Education never ends.

Last week I found out all about Australia's lush red wine,
And a "tad, tatty" stag's head ----- I think I'll go off-line!!!!

And when I reach the Pearly Gates, St. Peter's going to say,
"Can you compute?   You CAN! Well done!
You're the first one in today!"

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Boxed In
I am a little virus
Not very nice to know.
You'll find me on the Internet
And on Computers ------ SO
You switch on your Computer
And wait with boundless hope
Before you rise it closes down -
I THINK I'LL WATCH MY "SOAP" !!!!!!!!!!!

McGonagall's Sister

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Bored of the Rings
It's nae fun being a Hobbit
No' wi' feet like these.
It's nae fun being a Hobbit
O pass the Epsoms please.

It's nae fun being a Hobbit
A wisnae built tae run.
It's nae fun being a Hobbit
A wish they-d invent the gun!

It's nae fun being a Hobbit
Wot with orcs and wolves and things
It's nae fun being a Hobbit
Ye can keep your flamin' ring!!!!

Pól Steele

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Party Time
The flames were leaping high
The smoke was in the air
The shed was nearly up in flames
There's no one there to care,

But rescue's close at hand
The sausages not charred
The chicken legs are barely black
Here's Jenny, no holds barred.

The feast was handed round
"I like them black", was heard
"Good grief! They're eating them!"
That was when we cheered

A super afternoon
Was had by everyone
Thank you for the treat,
The laughter and the fun.

McGonagall's Sister

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