The Season of Treason (Education Version) (41B)

The Season of Treason (Education Version Revised)

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In the winter of my summer

And the autumn of my spring

I would like to find a lady

For a late romantic fling

That will happily ignore me

When I use hair colouring

In the winter of my summer

And the autumn of my spring

Will it matter if my clothing

Found me in a welfare store?

After all delivering pamphlets

Is designed to leave you poor

And on finding a kind lady

In the autumn of my spring

Will fish fingers be insulting?

Since I live on a shoe-string

Good morning splendid robot

You are looking pretty spruce

Rumour has it you are happy

Now that you are full of juice

Mr Luddite from Great Britain

Wants to end your little show

As progress leads to power

With disaster close in tow

2

In the winter of my summer

And the autumn of my spring

Mr Luddite is quite certain

Robots are an evil thing

Since electric magnetism

When in automatic mode

Can vaporise somebody

With a circuit overload

I feel like a lonely Robin

That is left behind to sing

In the winter of my summer

And the autumn of my spring

Mr Luddite has a vision

It came to him in a dream

That a backward revolution

Will renew the age of steam

Good evening splendid robot

You are looking pretty spruce

Rumour has it you are happy

Now that you are full of juice

Mr Luddite from Great Britain

Wants to end your little show

As progress leads to power

With disaster close in tow

The End

© Frankie Espirit

The Season of Treason (Adult Version) (41)

The Season of Treason (Revised Adult Version)

1

In the winter of my summer

And the autumn of my spring

I would like to find a lover

For a late romantic fling

I am hoping that Viagra

Will rejuvenate my spring

Before the vaults of winter

Pour cold water on the thing

Should I bribe a local doctor?

Or search on the internet?

Is it just prescription only?

This small detail I forget

Will I find an eager lady

In the autumn of my spring

That will overlook my history

And the little that I bring

Good morning amorous robot

You are looking pretty spruce

Rumour has it you are happy

Now that you are full of juice

Mr Luddite from Great Britain

Wants to end your little show

As progress leads to power

With disaster close in tow

2

In the winter of my summer

And the autumn of my spring

Mr Luddite is quite certain

Robots are an evil thing

Since electric magnetism

When in automatic mode

Can vaporise somebody

With a circuit overload

I feel like a lonely Robin

That is left behind to sing

In the winter of my summer

And the autumn of my spring

Mr Luddite has a vision

It came to him in a dream

That a backward revolution

Will renew the age of steam

Good evening amorous robot

You are looking pretty spruce

Rumour has it you are happy

Now that you are full of juice

Mr Luddite from Great Britain

Wants to end your little show

As progress leads to power

With disaster close in tow

The End

© Frankie Espirit

The Four Seasons (40)

The Four Seasons

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Infants cry out to be woken

On the first morning of spring

Can they see a pansy growing?

Can they hear a cuckoo sing?

It’s the season of beginnings

And perhaps a golden age

Assisted by MrsTradition

And hopefully Mr Sage

Each new season is glad to be

A part of life’s green synergy

How fabulous this is

Ortherwise we might emulate

The entropy of war and hate

Leading to the abyss

2

The summer is by comparison

A time when youth arrives at last

A chance to step out in the world

Designed to mold or flabbergast

Yet naturally change must come

From both the young and elderly

Combining wisdom with a vision

And good values especially

Each new season is glad to be

A part of life’s green synergy

How fabulous this is

Ortherwise we might emulate

The entropy of war and hate

Leading to the abyss

3

Autumn creeps upon us slowly

With large letters on the page

As the harvest is celebrated

And ferried in a metal cage

To the usual profit makers

The architects of “user’s pay”

Supported by the super wealthy

Where the power belongs today

Each new season is glad to be

A part of life’s green synergy

How fabulous this is

Ortherwise we might emulate

The entropy of war and hate

Leading to the abyss

4

Cold winter in this age of progress

Creates more hardship every year

With homelessness a new reality

And the utilities extremely dear

Yet still jet planes fly overseas

Permission granted I do believe

To reconstruct the world below

In line with liberal democracy

Each new season is glad to be

A part of life’s green synergy

How fabulous this is

Ortherwise we might emulate

The entropy of war and hate

Leading to the abyss

The End

© Frankie Espirit

Pathway to Heaven (39)

Pathway to Heaven (39)

1

A fiery rose begins to glow

During the break of day

Allowing a pale chariot

To quietly head away

Hope is a part of any dawn

That ushers out the night

Inviting faith and charity

To reach out and unite

The changing skies of day reveal

Life’s cycle moving like a wheel

From dawn to dusk, then night

While sparkling in the skies above

A sanctuary of peace and love

For those that see the light

2

The day turns over a new leaf

With chores to undertake

Assisted by the rising sun

Light work for God to make

And even in the winter time

For lands covered with snow

How good to see communities

So peaceful and aglow

The changing skies of day reveal

Life’s cycle moving like a wheel

From dawn to dusk, then night

While sparkling in the skies above

A sanctuary of peace and love

For those that see the light

3

The ruby sky of dusk arrives

With grandiose like the dawn

As a red rose about to close

Trades places with a thorn

A silken veil is ready now

To shade the world below

An invitation to the stars

To open their sideshow

The changing skies of day reveal

Life’s cycle moving like a wheel

From dawn to dusk, then night

While sparkling in the skies above

A sanctuary of peace and love

For those that see the light

4

The evening sky becomes the night

How strange and dark it seems

However, sleep is not without

Its own amazing dreams

Aurora dancing in the sky

Once called the Milky Way

As stargazers delight to see

The ending of the day

The changing skies of day reveal

Life’s cycle moving like a wheel

From dawn to dusk, then night

While sparkling in the skies above

A sanctuary of peace and love

For those that see the light

When earthly cares are put aside

To celebrate the lovely bride

Arriving soon at dawn

What better than a blooming rose

To open up the day for those

Yearning to be reborn

The End

© Frankie Espirit

Mr Respectable of Timaru (38)

Mr Respectable of Timaru (38)

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Mr Armstrong, what a man

As shady as an empty can

A contra rebel on the prowl

A pit-bull just about to growl

At first you see a simple bloke

That likes to tell a funny joke

No clue at all he has a mate

His kind you can’t anticipate

So many accolades has he

Compared to people say like me

His mighty hoard is some mystery

Dare we surmise what it may be?

The brotherhood, the Ku Klux clan

Some other group too hard to ban

Where decency is compromised

And lasting virtues oxidized

2

Mr Armstrong, what a cheat

To cover ice with sugar sweet

Okay with words like Rudolf Hess

As long as you don’t mention chess!

Ignore his welcome from the heart

Not least the charm he will impart

And get to know the man inside

Like Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde

So many accolades has he

Compared to people say like me

His mighty hoard is some mystery

Dare we surmise what it may be?

The brotherhood, the Ku Klux clan

Some other group too hard to ban

Where decency is compromised

And lasting virtues oxidized

3

Mr Armstrong loves a fight

And naturally he’s always right

When you are on the losing side

Your pain is sure to boost his pride

Employing others to hide his wrath

And show that he’s no psychopath

A sociopath, now there’s a thought

Designed to leave others distraught

So many accolades has he

Compared to people say like me

His mighty hoard is some mystery

Dare we surmise what it may be?

The brotherhood, the Ku Klux clan

Some other group too hard to ban

Where decency is compromised

And lasting virtues oxidized

The End

© Frankie Espirit