On the twenty-first of May
Was to be the final day;
Then the world would be aborted
And the goodly souls be sorted.
Camping followers have found
That their feet stayed on the ground,
With surprise their senses capture
That there is a ruptured rapture.
Now they simply say it means
It took place behind the scenes;
So it’s time, I really feel,
That true reasons I reveal.
Why it got postponed is that
I just had a little chat
With the powers up on high
Saying why I should not die.
‘Please reschedule this event
Till my Lotto’s won and spent,
When I’m ready, quite, to go,
I’ll be sure to let you know.’
‘Well, okay,’ was the reply,
‘We’ll postpone the big bye-bye;
And await your say-so when
It should be switched on again.’
So you lot should clearly see
That you owe a lot to me,
And you’ll place quite large amounts
Into all my bank accounts.
© May 2011 Colonialist (Letterdash/Wordpress)
One of your BEST, Colonialist !
Poor old Harold. He should have stuck to camping rather than eschatology ☺
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If his camping skills matched his prediction ones, the tent probably fell down.
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Was it high stakes prophecy?
What was Camping’s in-tent, one wonders…
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Well done!
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Glad you enjoyed it! Er … about that little deposit to my account …?
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Teeheehee, Col, well said!
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Thanx!
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You have hit the nail on the head, Col. Why everyone keeps listening to this gentleman is beyond me…
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The number of people listened to who really don’t deserve to be is legion.
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I’m very glad it didn’t happen, have been looking forward to this weekend’s oyster festival for a long time 🙂
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Hope it lived up to expectations!
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