Unsocial Techno Wrangler

jest, blessed the beef strangler wrangling thief
mite might plight his flight
the high plains drifter ran the yellow bella fella through the sifter
warm storm just beform
my chief wig wam nice tent
arrow furrows sat a hat
below the mobile mast
giving bars of 3G high speed data feed
the strangler the drifter and the chief are unsocial pals
very sterry on their black droid pod iBerry

theres no app for me

Scenic Beauty and Song

The dyke a boy once pulled his finger out
On realising his mistake he started to shout
Run like the wind if your wind is quick
Stopped by a local who told him he was thick
Offa made this dyke oh but many years ago
Maybe to keep out the Welsh no one will know
For Offa managed to separate England from Wales
A mammoth feat all heard the local hales
Because he put beauty, poetry and song
In a land that true people belong
On the other he put all who have been thrown away
England, its people are still separate today
To glance over the pathetic mound
And dream about the scenic beauty and sound