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             The Delphi Oracle 
              The
              utterances made were all up the Greek, 
              Drachma hard
              earned led the Spartans to shame 
              And today in
              this world many prophets do shout 
              Has the
              mantle of Delphi
              all the
              shades of the past 
              So brother be
              careful of the new DELPHI
              name "Seamus" Seamus informs us that "Danaos" is Latin for Greeks, and provides the following reference: on Google look up 'timeo ferentif et dona danaos' - it is a quotation from Handel - Dido is having a talk with Aeneas. Hey, it's all Greek to us.  | 
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              Hooray For
              Evolution
             
            
              Does evolution, indeed,
              cause your Haeckels to rise?,
             
            
              Whereby fat hippos
              could take to the skies.
             
            
              When the mammals from
              sea came forth to the land,
             
            
              They died in the
              process as no one had planned.
             
            
              For this matters not,
              they must live again,
             
            
              Lest the mystery
              unravel and all be in vain.
             
            
              We love make-believe
              from the Hollywood strip,
             
            
              Evolution stands tall,
              so let all things rip.
             
            
              Though the logic's at
              sea it found footing on shore,
             
            
              Long dead sea creatures
              existed once more.
             
            
              A remarkable adaption
              to the beach from the wave,
             
            
              Three cheers for our
              theorists, a jolly good save.
             
            
              Our amoeboid friends in
              primordial ooze
             
            
              Had nothing to do and
              nought could amuse.
             
            
              By forces most
              mysterious and chemicals vague
             
            
              They became
              multi-celled and caused a right plague.
             
            
              Midst vapors of methane
              and ammonia too,
             
            
              And flashes of
              lightning these uni-cells grew.
             
            
              By acids amino forming
              nourishing broth
             
            
              Evolution had started
              with humungus push-off.
             
            
              That original amoeba
              was sure some smart kid,
             
            
              Creating itself, the
              way that it did.
             
            
              And in those deep
              matters called autogenetic,
             
            
              Science takes refuge
              from enquiry splenetic.
             
            
              And from
              self-replication all the fauna arose,
             
            
              Flying fossils galore,
              beasts with ungulate toes.
             
            
              How came order
              from nothing few people can know
             
            
              But evolution survives
              and ever will grow.
             
            
              Happy
              hypothesising.
             
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             Pigs Might Fly ?? 
              Evolution has spread
              her fabled wings
             
            
              And imparted her gifts
              to the swine,
             
            
              And perhaps with luck
              to the tortoise that sings,
             
            
              And even the milking
              kine.
             
            
              All birds their liquids
              must minimize
             
            
              To reach aerodynamic
              state.
             
            
              And thus, the cow, if
              she is wise
             
            
              Will her milkload
              inspissate.
             
            
              Percy the Pig all tubby
              and round
             
            
              Defies gravity and
              Nature alike.
             
            
              Evolutionary
              breakthrough has he found,
             
            
              So creationists stay on
              your bike.
             
            
              All things are possible
              to them that believe,
             
            
              Thus reads the good
              book in its text.
             
            
              A faith so fervent will
              wonders achieve,
             
            
              And elephants will be
              airborne next.
             
            
              For none can tell and
              few can prove
             
            
              What the Lord has
              allowed in his plan.
             
            
              And though it fits not
              in the groove,
             
            
              His works humble the
              status of man.
             
            
              If the march of the
              ages we can't comprehend,
             
            
              Or construct a history
              with flaws.
             
            
              Why ever worry, we'll
              know in the end,
             
            
              If man has backed the
              wrong cause.
             
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             The Creation of Cats 
                The creation of cats,
                when did it occur?
               
              
                Why did God create
                fleas to inhabit their fur?
               
              
                And Adam so named
                this family for all,
               
              
                Both skinny and
                lean, and the podgy furball.
               
              
                And if you eat flesh
                from pussy nocturnal
               
              
                Will you lose life in
                time most eternal?
               
              
                But pussy's not
                worried for still does he purr,
               
              
                Life's for the
                present, and should we demur?
               
              
                Created by
                fiat the tiger's stripe bold?
               
              
                Best admired from a
                distance if you wish to grow old.
               
              
                Or did aeons of time
                work a miracle slow?,
               
              
                Please write
                in, and let us all know.  
               
              
                Now the lion in the
                future eats straw like an ox,
               
              
                An evolutionary trend
                that creates waves of shocks?
               
              
                And out in the field
                will the lamb  he espy,
               
              
                Without that glint of
                food in his eye.
               
              
                The leopard 
                comes spotty, and no he's not ill,
               
              
                That's his natural
                pattern that has stayed with him still.
               
              
                Can the leopard his
                spots over time ever change,
               
              
                Or at the beginning
                did the Lord them arrange?
               
              
                And in Adam's life
                time would creation occur,
               
              
                With not an extension
                so some people aver.
               
              
                They say it occurred
                at a juncture in time,
               
              
                Signed, sealed,
                delivered, and not from the slime.
               
              
                Whatever your view
                you are bound to be wrong,
               
              
                For contentious
                the tunes in this dissonant song.
               
              
                If Darwin's
                correct the future is bright,
               
              
                But hovering
                around a gloomy long night.
               
              
                Bon
                Speculation.
               
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              Sinner 
              Repant
             
            
              Sinner repant, your end
              is in sight,
             
            
              And all is laid bare
              which gives no delight.
             
            
              But the cloak of
              salvation will cover provide,
             
            
              Supplied by the
              righteous for a fee on the side.
             
            
              A wide range of
              worthies will hear you confess,
             
            
              And when all is done
              their name will you bless.
             
            
              And for church membership you really
              should strive,
             
            
              And weekly cough up
              with your free-given tithe?
             
            
              And many new challenges
              divinely arise,
             
            
              Cleaning the
              loo which will help you get wise.
             
            
              Humility is a virtue,
              to the elders you look,
             
            
              Taking their cue from
              the leather-bound book.
             
            
              For men of great
              honor will have you in mind,
             
            
              Sweeping the floor and
              jobs of that kind.
             
            
              For if you want truly
              to reach unto heaven,
             
            
              Follow their lead and
              suppress all the leaven.
             
            
              And as you progress
              hymn books will you dole,
             
            
              For singing is noble
              and good for the soul.
             
            
              And take your note book
              for sermons inspired,
             
            
              And stifle that yawn if
              you're all  bored and tired.
             
            
              Though many may ramble
              and Scripture oft' quote,
             
            
              Write it all down
              though the guy is a goat.
             
            
              The most lowly it seems
              drive the fanciest car,
             
            
              Paid from your
              "offerings" which never go far.
             
            
              You are honored to walk
              in their shadow you know,
             
            
              Men of distinction who
              walk not in a show. ( Psalm 39:6).
             
            
              For you are unworthy
              their shoes so to clean,
             
            
              Remember your place and
              don't make a scene.
             
            
              Whilst all men are
              equal in the sight of the Lord
             
            
              Some are MORE SO by the
              way you're ignored.
             
            
              You are muck metal but
              they are fine gold,
             
            
              Worship their feet and
              do as you're told.
             
            
              It seems their own
              message does never get through,
             
            
              For they are most
              special and the knocks are for you.
             
            
              But time has a catchup
              which though most delayed ( Eccl 8:11)
             
            
              Brings forth a
              comeuppance with their record re-played.
             
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             The Kingdom Express 
              Ho, come to the waters
              and freely imbibe, 
              Many voices are
              shouting their view of the word 
              The Kingdom Express one
              day will take off, 
              Times really are tough
              in your Yankee-based church 
              Help oil the wheels of
              the Kingdom Express, 
              For many's the train
              with a false whistle blow 
              Board the right car,
              make sure of the fare, 
              Ho, come to the waters
              and pay the Lord's price.  | 
          
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                No title... "Whirled
                News" perhaps?
                 
              Across the globe the scene is heating, 
                The President round
                the Bush ain't beating.
               
              
                Across the blue,
                missiles soon scudding
               
              
                And into Baghdad's
                camels thudding.
               
              
                Saddam Hussein could
                have the answers,
               
              
                Distract the foe with
                belly dancers:
               
              
                The devout on mats
                will soon be praying
               
              
                Whilst exotic
                costumes and limbs are swaying.
               
              
                In the region 
                of oil-rich Kuwait,
               
              
                Beneath the palm is
                many a date.
               
              
                And the West hopes
                hard, hard as hell,
               
              
                The Iraquis keep
                matches away from each well.
               
              
                Meanwhile the
                Inspectors look for clues,
               
              
                The horse has bolted
                by many a ruse.
               
              
                By sleight of hand
                and not in vain
               
              
                There are many
                bolt-holes for Saddam Hussein.
               
              
                With doubles as well
                in many a place,
               
              
                Which likeness is his
                real face?
               
              
                Terror weapons, they
                say,are truly well hidden
               
              
                Expressly at sites
                Saddam has bidden.
               
              
                And with those
                war-drums loudly sounding,
               
              
                It seems to war the
                States are bounding;
               
              
                An attack on Baghdad
                that's none too cruisy,
               
              
                And will this dustup
                be a doozie?
               
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             News BBC 9/1/03 50 year Scotch now worth USD 9000 a bottle 
              Hoots mon, come now
              open your purse
             
            
              And spend a bawbee on
              malt.
             
            
              This time next year the
              price is worse
             
            
              And will cause ye many
              a jolt.
             
            
              A bonny wee bargain at
              NINE GRAND,
             
            
              And cheap at TWICE the
              cost.
             
            
              Now if ye dither,
              understand,
             
            
              Your chance forever is
              lost.
             
            
              So canny be, into your
              sporran
             
            
              Dig deep and part with
              coin.
             
            
              Spend that heirloom
              golden florin
             
            
              That has been
              protecting your groin.
             
            
              Then pour a wee dram
              with careful hand
             
            
              And spill nae many a
              drap.
             
            
              Then slowly sip this
              contraband
             
            
              And the spots on the
              floor ye lap.
             
            
              Pleasant
              drinking.
             
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