New Toy

by Derek Morrison

DandyHorseDraisineSmallI have a new toy and it’s very very light
It’s made of carbon fibre, and its lines are tight
It has disc brakes and an electric gear
Much better than the one I bought last year.

It looks so good I don’t want to take it for a ride
Messing up its beauty with splashes from the side
But unless I get it out there and into public lights
I’ll miss my five minutes of fame, I’ll miss my bragging rights.

It will make me go so much faster of that I’m sure
For my declining performance this has go to be the cure
So I anticipate improvement, my purchase will enhance
For it’s the same one as ridden in the Tour de France.

It weighs half a kilo less than the one I bought before
But that is reflected in the price, it cost much much more
But viewed rationally it made no economic sense
With each gram of mass reduction equaling 100 pence.

The same sum applied to my losing each gram of weight
Each 100 pence saved, reflecting less food on my plate
Would mean there would be much more to enjoy
From an improved performance on a lesser toy.

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Lance

by Derek Morrison

Hi, it’s me; my name is Lance
Former God of Tour de France
I was once the one to beat
No! No! I didn’t cheat
I was once the media pet
Not treated like a Soviet
Now they sue for money back
While I could still lead the pack
My reputation to rehabilitate
I really don’t deserve this fate
Why Faustian pact did the devil sell
Now trying to pull me down to hell
Hi, it’s me; my name is Lance
Former God of Tour de France
Hi, it’s me; my name is Lance
Former God of Tour de France
Hi, it’s me; my name is Lance
Former God of Tour de France
Hi, it’s me……..
………………….

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Commentary

There is a wealth of material about Lance Armstrong. The story and lawsuits rumble on, e.g. see http://www.bbc.co.uk/sport/0/cycling/31495246. The inspiration here was the tragic lead character in Christopher Marlowe’s Dr Faustus.

Big Brother

by Derek Morrison

Big Brother graffiti in France

Now in any space or event
Big Brother can watch you vent
Whether you’re inside, or outdoor
There’s no hiding place any more
Meteor strike or plane crash
All now captured from the dash
And if you cause some offence
Big Brother has the evidence
A fleeting moment of no constraint
But a lifetime to feel the taint
Your unwilling spot as YouTube star
Shows the world you went too far
The virtual mob smelt the blood
A comment trickle became a flood
A social position once enjoyed
Social media forever destroyed
Ninety Eighty Four has passed
Dystopian fiction it was classed
Big Brother defined what was true
Now Big Brother, is me and you.

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