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Are You an Easter Feaster??

Easter's coming on your scene,
Buy an egg and don't be mean.
Scrummy eggs all full of chock,
Though doubting folk think it's a crock.
Yummier eggs come with a yolk
Though when they spill it ain't a joke.
Choc and yolk from mouth to ear,
A seasonal hazard that's quite clear.
Easter Bunnies are on the hop
With lolling ears that ever flop.
Waiting for bunnikins is such fun,
To goodest folk he hands a bun.
Enjoy your annual Easter feast,
Give it heaps to say the least.
Spicy buns and eggs of marshmallow,
This season folk we need to hallow.

Cheerful Chocy Chomping

Conspiracy

Come gather around ye who wish to conspire,
To mystery, intrigue may you ever aspire.
In boiling, hot mud did our troubles begin,
From amoeba man came all bristling with sin.

Our beginnings were modest in that small unicell,
What devilish arrival in that hot, burning hell.
Midst vivid blue lightnings and toxic, thick gas,
Our origin was frightening as the cell swelled its mass.

Via creatures aquatic and animals arboreal
We slowly advanced from earth infusorial.
From disorder came system in manner arcane,
With science still puzzled which drives it insane.

Now all is a mystery why the broad earth is flat,
When vessels go missing we forget about that:
An accretion of junk to waltz around space,
Stay away from the edge with the anchor in place.

To the man on the moon some send a hot rocket,
To the lunatic fringe we really must sock it.
The photos were fakes for no flag should be flying,
An official jack up, now who could be lying?

Now Mars with its baggage and landmarks galore
Show man had arrived in ages before.
This bit of hardware and that chiseled rock,
Evince a prior presence that gives many a shock.

Now invaders all alien come 'oft from the stars,
It appears that the victims reside in the bars.
Perhaps they were smoking a handful of grass,
No reality check would their dull vision pass.

In the land of cloud-cuckoo some people must dwell,
What makes them quite tick we really can't tell.
The flights of the fancy, a make-believe world,
In the land of wild dreams the many sleep curled.

To those who conspiracy forever invoke,
Perhaps their small world is created by smoke.
And through that swirling, twirling haze
Their wildest trips do all amaze.

The lost tribes of Israel, where have they gone, 
Did they swim in Dnieper or row on the Don? 
The Scythian people roamed far and wide, 
Do in Britain today this people abide? 

In India's land some say they did dwell, 
The Sakas, White Huns as history will tell. 
And was Parthia's Empire Israel in disguise?, 
Replaced by Sassians, oh what a surprise. 

The Maurayans, Kushansas and others as well, 
Raided the land and stirred up all hell. 
And on Bhopal's rock walls Hebrew speakers did scribe 
Who were these people, can some name the tribe? 

That Saka head gear with one point or two 
Existed in China and Hallstatt ' tis true. 
And in Xinjiang sands the tartan they found, 
And in Scotland so modern this cloth does abound. 

Some say that the French came from the Dead Sea, 
The tribes of the Salli and allied Sigambri. 
Some say they became the Empire of Franks, 
For which all the French may ever give thanks. 

And on Crimea's shore inscriptions they read 
That told that Israel to this place had fled, 
And written in Hebrew that was none too square, 
Concrete proof the 10 tribes had really been there. 

The Chakmas people of Mizoram so say 
That they are a tribe of Israel today. 
And so do the Pathans and others so speak 
Concerning the Hebrew and also the Greek. 

Some say that the Trojans were Hebrews by name, 
A descent from this city many will claim. 
Three French kings by name in annals installed, 
Two King Dargebrots and one Charles the Bald. 

And a Finn most specific did Israel claim, 
Daniel Juslenius, a scholar of fame, 
As a mighty forbear that settled their land, 
And few paid attention to his opus so grand. 

Some British contend that their race is a tribe 
But very few folk to this theory subscribe. 
And Gaelic is Hebrew beyond all dispute, 
Just look at those consonants ye lingually astute. 

And Dan left his name in river and place, 
Leaving a trail that none could erase. 
And Irish tradition says at Exodus time 
Their forbears left Egypt in squalor and grime. 

The Declaration of Arbroath from Scotland's stern shore 
Has them coming from Egypt in time of yore, 
And also from Scythia as you ever can read, 
Who for the Scottish will earnestly plead? 

And Bertius from Sweden and others likewise 
Say the Swedes are Thracian, Israel in disguise. 
And Messinius as well if you read all his work 
Would show that the Hebrew in the background does lurk. 

Now just who is right, whom should we believe? 
And many are laughing right up their sleeve. 
For many it's fable, for others it's truth, 
Stand up you lost tribes and stay not aloof. 

Happy heresies 

"Seamus" 

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