written on 16th June 2021
By Baldmichael Theresoluteprotector’sson
Here is a short post. I had hoped to do one on the Battle of Waterloo but it is turning out to be rather longer than expected and other things needed doing.
So I thought I had at least better do something. I hope it may be of interest or amuse. It is reflecting the fact that Joe Biden has apparently been in Cornwall with the G7 summit. I don’t suppose the Cornish were asked about how they felt having their cuntry invaded by a count.
Or is it the other way round?
I wonder if Joe was asked if he would like to go. I think he doesn’t mind where he goes as long as he has his nappies changed and gets fed and watered by his carers.
Anyway, here is a poem based on the well-known (in the UK) old rhyme.
As I was going to St Ives
I met a man who had two wives
One was dead
The other still lives*
He had four children it is said
Three were living
One was dead.
The living had brains I’ll have you know
Except for Biden, his first name Joe.
What colour socks was Joe wearing?
Answer: Depends on whom one is asking. If it is Joe, he will probably mumble something like ‘rainbow coloured’ as he is thinking about sex, not socks.
If it is his carers then probably black for the funeral. Joe is a zombie, the walking dead, so it is his own funeral we are talking about.
If it is anyone else, then any colour you like. Make it up like the Democrats do to such things like voting ballot papers, policy etc.
Make it black and white if you like. Take it to extremes like the Democrats do. It helps to divide people and helps Democrats rule the U.S.A.
If you ask Putin he will probably just smile and say нет, which sounds like kneeyet. Which probably means he would like to knee Biden somewhere where it hurts. We might sympathise with him. Putin that is.
Well, that’s about it. Except perhaps to say that on the 22nd June in 1941, 80 years ago Germany invaded Russia. I wonder if we shall see a real battle of words between Russia and the USA? Or maybe Germany and Russia? We’ll see.
Bye for now.
*Poetic license – to rhyme with ‘wives’
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