Well, hello there, Dear Reader 😀 I thought I’d pop out of Clicky’s shadow and let you know that the latest Underdog Anthology, No.21, has now been published and is available for purchase on Kindle and paperback…
… And to share the Dead Poets Page, or Afterword, with you…
*No, Clicky, I cruelly mutilated Walt Whitman’s poem in Underdog Anthology… /thinks… Nine. It was about…*
*Yes! Although I doubt Greta formed any opinion of it as I don’t think she’s even read it…*
… My story submission for this latest Anthology is called ‘Just Us (Part 1)’ – Part 2 will appear in the Christmas edition – and I’ll post that up here on Tuesday…
*For Halloween, Clicky… /lights up and smokes… It’s the ninth installment of my Ronageddon series and it’s a ghost story…*
*Indeed…*
… But for now, here’s the Afterword, for which you will need a Song, Dear Reader…
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Afterword
By Roo B. Doo
I am writing this Afterword on Friday 13th, Dear Reader, which for some people is a pretty scary date. Simply writing that is about as scary as I get, but you know that; you’ve read my stories.
I’m not going to talk about what is currently going on in the world except to ask: did you ever imagine World War 3 would be like this? Because, have no doubt, we’re in it and have been since 2016, the year the Underdog Anthologies were first published, although I’m fairly certain the two are in no way connected.
For this Afterword, an old English folk song will be sacrificed for your pleasure. Legend has it Henry VIII wrote it to seduce Anne Boleyn but the style of composition probably makes it Elizabethan rather than Tudor. Indeed, the song is referenced three times in William Shakespeare’s ‘The Merry Wives of Windsor’, so it was probably at No.1 in the charts when he scribbled out his play. I refer, of course, to Greensleeves, artist unknown but top of the pops in 1597.
It’s an oldie, but a goodie. Enjoy!
Green Slaves
Alas, the political class they do us wrong
They cast us off discourteously;
When we say your climate scare’s gone too long
Making bank for your companies.
Green slaves for Greta’s delight,
Green slaves must do as they’re told,
Green slaves are theirs to deploy
Disrupting travel to fellow Green slaves.
The political class have used slight of hand
Through climate grants scientists would’st crave;
To boss our lives and give up our rights
And live in fifteen minute cities.
Green slaves for Klaus Schwab’s delight,
Green slaves must do as they’re told,
Green slaves are theirs to deploy
To build prisons for fellow Green slaves.
In private jets the political class takes flight
Unaware that they flaunt their hypocrisy;
And with carbon taxes they milk us white
Guaranteeing that things can end only badly.
Green slaves for Bill Gates’ delight,
Green slaves must do as they’re told,
Green slaves are theirs to deploy
To remind us we’re all fellow Green slaves.
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*If you ask me, Clicky, they’re shitfaced and off their tits on virtue… /stubs butt…*
*Exactly, the fake kind…*
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