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Thursday, October 22, 2009

 

Good Deeds

Dan gladly spends his free time helping friends.
  He rightly takes pride in his labours.
He's always performing good deeds, such as warming
  The houses of elderly neighbours.

He lights homely fires and fights flames on tyres,
  And tries to end warming that's global.
He plants many trees after trips overseas.
  His aim to build wind farms is noble.

He cycles, recycles, lets nephews be rivals
  To see who'd do most to decrease
Their carbon footprints. Their father put tents
  Outside where they wage war in peace.

They're growing potatoes and learning to hate crows
  Who pose as respectable chaps.
Their power is solar to save all things polar,
  From poor little bears to ice caps.

Dan's stocks of spinach are often replenished.
  His green fuel is crucial for saving
The lives of bad swimmers or masterly slimmers
  Who've learnt to resist every craving.

Their sub-zero sizes leave them in disguises
  As cardboard cut-outs of themselves.
He earnestly preaches on spinach and peaches
  Till they crack and empty his shelves.

He feels ten times bigger when filled with the vigour
  He gets from the spinach he eats.
He'll do any deed if it helps those in need.
  He frustrates the progress of cheats.

His trousers got wet but he be-devilled Death
  When he rescued Sue from the river.
When her breath was bated he knew she awaited
  The warm kiss of life he could give her.

With no need to share his recycled air
  Their first kiss was slightly delayed
Till later that night as a waiter in white
  Was counting the money he'd made.

After their dinner the strong feelings in her
  Came out in a rapturous song
That captured the mood. Bright stars had been screwed
  In skies where they feel they belong.

Everything seemed as if it had been dreamed
  By someone who's prone to romance.
His gift of a rose might nauseate those
  Who waste student loans and blow grants

On imprudent ways to induce a nice haze
  And make them feel nauseous and blue.
The rose-hued romance and impromptu slow dance
  Were much better suited to Sue.

Ronan was raging and planning on waging
  A war to defeat his new foe.
He'd win back Sue's love by distressing the dove
  Who longs to see harmony grow.

He shattered the peace and he scattered wild geese
  With his battle cry to foretell
His forceful assault. It came to a halt
  When he paused to ring Dan's doorbell.

Their battle began. Ronan and Dan
  Fought bravely in graveyards and playgrounds.
They fought for a week on a snow-covered peak
  Till they became thinner than greyhounds.

With neither the winner they paused for their dinner.
  The spinach worked wonders for Dan.
When fighting resumed, an ending soon loomed.
  Ronan surrendered and ran.

Sue was delighted and Dan was invited
  To lunch with his number-one fan.
She sings frequently and she keeps weekends free
  To see the great deeds done by Dan.






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