Disclaimer: The contents of these pages may well be based on ideas from fact but the effect of my imagination has rendered them largely fiction! Do not give credibility to the contents.....
unless you have a suspicious mind..... well, do you?
Laugh at yourself and the world will laugh with you.
Help me, I've lost my marbles!
The Councillor's lost his marbles
so here's a little bag
of tiny shiny round things
presented by a lag*
Was it just a jest he asked
or was it something more?
However it was presented
it looked like grounds for war.
When chucked a hot potato,
there is a simple knack,
you cannot simply juggle it,
you have to throw it back.
The Councillor wasn't daunted
he was very sure.
When it was time for Council
he turned up at the door
And every time she rose to speak
it never seemed to matter
the faintest little rattle
set the gallery to chatter.
So if you think the war was lost
or everything was rosy
the Councillor found his marbles
Who was it? Don't be nosey!
Lag* = convict imprisoned without trial.
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