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The Romanovas

The Russian royal family really needed an heir,
But four young princesses brought panic and a certain despair,
To Tsar Nicholas and Tsarina Alexandra Romanov
Till Alexei appeared, the boy they dreamed of.
Why did your mother treat you like
young ingenues?
Was a life of seclusion the kind that you’d choose?
Carol of Romania was chosen for Olga to wed,
But the nineteen year old had other ideas instead,
He had bedded so many women in his debauched life,
Olga decided she was never consenting to be his wife.
The girls had crushes on men in the imperial guard,
But meeting suitors was extremely hard.
They ended their sad lives bayoneted and shot,
And one has to ask, precisely for what?
So they wouldn’t be martyrs, as Lenin foretold.
When they died, the oldest, Olga, was just 22,
And had had no life to speak of, this sad ingenue.

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What To Do?

OK! I’m disgruntled,
Don’t know what to do,
I’m one big conundrum,
I’m in the midst of review,
Of quite what I’ll choose,
As my future career,
An expert at IT?
A cool engineer?
I think I will settle
For a job in design,
Interactive and fast-paced,
The future is mine!

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Photo: Tania Scutt

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A Gentle Cup Of Tea

Let’s sit and pass the time of day,
With a gentle cup of tea,
We’ll warn the pot in the right way,
With a ritual ceremony.
I love Darjeeling, love Pu ‘Err,
Love my Oolongs too,
So pop some Keemun in the pot,
Let’s have the perfect brew.

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Crawled on 2013-10-12


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The Call of the Sea

A young man longed to travel,
So he signed up to go to sea,
He’d let the world unravel,
By joining the Queen’s Navy.

And away they sailed,
And the globe unveiled,
As they crossed an emerald sea.

He returned with tales of derring-do,
Of exotic foreign lands.
And his sisters all longed to john his crew,
And become true and willing deckhands.

So away they sailed,
Disguised and veiled,
As they crossed those emerald seas.

One by one his sisters fell,
For men they met overseas.
They all jumped ship, as I’ve heard tell,
And wed African, French and Chinese.

Overseas they stayed,
New lives they made,
Across the emerald seas.

Photo: Levent Islek

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The Library

I’m a sucker for a really good book,
I am not someone who can just take one look.
I am that person who spends hour after hour,
Buried in print, it’s just a medium I devour!
A library is an Aladdin’s Cave to me,
Full of tradition, of culture, and history,
Full of laughter and sorrow, and humour and wit,
Of plays and of novels, of the latest big ‘hit’.
I love a good carrell in which I can sit,
And scan the great work to which I’ve thought to commit.

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