TOASTMASTERS INTERNATIONAL District 70, Northern Division, Area 32 Port Stephens - blue water paradise |
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‘AND
PIGS MIGHT FLY’ It
was crisis day in the Parliament The
House was hushed and still, As
a Member rose with a question: “Are
we doomed to go downhill?” The
PM made reply: “If
workers’ pay is held at bay We’ll
all be home and dry.” “How
true!
How true!” cried the workers “Let’s
end this wicked strike, We
don’t want a rise in wages, They
can stick it where they like.” “Thank
God!
Thank God!” Sobbed
the bosses. “There’s
faith on the factory floor, And
now we’ve got this extra lot We’ll
give it to the poor!” They
filled their pockets with money And
ran with eager feet Pressing
their surplus profits On
the people in the street. They
moved among the dole-queues And
boarded every bus, With
streaming eyes and heartfelt cries: “You
need it more than us!” Soon
all the people prospered And
the devil became a saint Now
that the sober unions Had
exercised restraint And
the cities were filled with singing And
the sound of laughter spread As
hand took hand in the golden land And
pigs flew overhead. Author Unknown |
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The Pig Walked Away
I
was walking in the country In
the merry month of May When
along the road a pig I did espy He
was lying in the shadows And
looking quite content So
right down there beside him I did lie We
had slept for but an hour When
some people came along - a
chance remark I overhead one say:- “You
can tell the kind of person by
the company he keeps” and
at that the pig got up … and walked away.
Colin Quinn |
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