Kieran Foran signs a one year deal with the Warriors. Parramatta left in the dust
as he comes over the ditch, away from the influence of ‘friends’, bookies,
relationships, hamstring troubles. A man with a few demons to deal with.
If he’s looking for a tranquil, easy going, predictable club to ply his trade with
then good luck! To him and the Warriors coach.
What’s The Big Deal?
Who’s seen that manly man around the Warriors compound?
Someone keen to be Auckland (and contractually) bound,
Someone who’s been one poor clubs loss will soon be found
Sprinting between the TAB and the training ground.
Walking back to the hometown, she’s been a tough road,
But a stack of cash should clear any debt that he’s owed,
Now back in the black and rarin’ to move into his new abode;
Let’s go pack up that baggage, a veritable container load.
No, it’s not fair on those loyal fans clad in blue and gold
In despair that their salary cap captain’s left the fold,
A nightmare for the boardroom too, but if truth be told
They’re probably relieved that the pup’s been on-sold.
Few can deny that the man comes with all the tricks,
Just the you want to add to the wobbly Warriors mix,
After 22 losing years lets welcome the lad with the fix
To the team with a penchant for failed drop kicks.
Donald Trump and birth Rights.
A Sorry Spectacle.
Will Donald lose face
Accepting Barracks Hawaiian birthplace?
But Dons known all along
Being Right means you’re not quite wrong.
The document now accepted,
Is an apology expected?
Donald, better late than never?
Barrack will be waiting… for forever.
The time Donald’s invested
Having that certificate tested;
Whatever way he looks at it
That Ba… Barracks name/claim’s legitimate.
Is there a hint,
An avaricious malicious glint
That suggests a view not Politically correct;
His vision has a dark aspect.
In the looking glass
He looks a horses-ass,
But USA by birth or not
It was worth a shot.
Does he see, possibly
The face of duplicity?
He searches deep in his soul…
Nothing to see in a black hole.
Plastic smile in place
His public to face,
But look deep into those innocent eyes
And there the sorry truth lies.
Which face to Don?
Which to put on?
It’s difficult, on reflection-
He faces such a vast selection.
One hundred years on from the Great War. There is a lot about
this mindless bloodbath on TV and the media at this time.
Trench warfare had to have been the most idiotic way to
attempt to win a war.
The end scene from the film ‘O What A Lovely War’ literally
Peace And Quiet.
‘Remembering the fallen 1914-1918’
Written in stone o’er the old battle scene,
Look, see the rows of crosses, white upon green,
Each one a damning reminder of what might have been.
Donald Trump goes to a predominantly black church,
How comfortable he looked,he must really be reaching
out for votes. As he says ‘what have you got to lose?’
Sanity, for a start.
I took my pew at my local church
And damned near fell off my perch,
Here I have come to try to find The Light
But what I saw plunged me into deepest night.
I recognized the stranger by his golden hair,
It was that Platinum-carded gilded billionaire,
As he began to sway in an uncomfortable Caucasian way
I clapped my hands together, Heavens how I began to pray.
Lord, I know Your work is shrouded in mystery
But two divorces and flirtations with bankruptcy
Seems damnable behaviour for a Commander-in-Chief
So WHY is he HERE and not in his casino is beyond belief.