The Potentate

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THE POTENTATE

The day of my birth was glorious! They called me trash, pre-birth!

Pieces of me had lain around, considered of little worth.

And then my master found them and carried them home with glee;

And, by riveting and hammering he'd soon created me.

I remember, on my natal day, I stood so proud and tall.

Human-beings were such puny things, beneath my feet and small.

I towered over everyone; I felt just like a King;

I was much more than human; I was more than a 'thing'.

They set me up at the roadside, for everyone to see.

And people began to bring treasures; they sort of worshipped me!

Old tyres, T.V.s and saucepans were piled-up at my feet!

I felt so very honoured; my life now felt complete.

The pile of gifts soon grew apace; bird-cages I liked best,

But I was happy with rusty taps, old tea-pots and the rest.

Then, lo-and-behold, a human, a silly little man,

Wandered up to my gift-pile and said 'This is my plan.......

We remove this terrible garbage and put up a little sign

Saying clearly 'Don't Pile Scrap Here', then things will all look fine.'

So, one by one, my treasures were piled into a cart!

My wonderful, wonderful presents, each one a work of art!

Of course, I still look regal and I know that you admire me.

But what's the next step, I wonder! 

Maybe you'd like to hire me!

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MAD KANE

supplied the first line of this limerick

STOLEN KISS!

A fellow was playing with fire

In the back row of Saint Matthew's choir.

As he drew Maisie closer

She said 'No no no sir!

I can't cope with too much desire!'

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