CATEGORY: Rhyming POLEMICS

Jon Kaufman28th January 2015

Ode to Austerity

Most born into poverty, a few born into wealth.
Bizarrely the wealthy get wealthier through cunning and through stealth.
Rich kids flying high, backed up by daddy and mummy,
Everybody knows that money goes to money.

Jon Kaufman17th January 2015

Olympic Legacy – Going, Going, Gone (Part 2)

They said it would inspire a generation
To run and to jump and to swim.
They promised it would motivate our youngsters
And the fight against obesity would begin.

Jon Kaufman22nd December 2014

London Calling – A Very Brief History

Londinium dates back to Roman times
Where its ambitious administrators hailed from sunnier climes.
And with the fall of Rome came new masters aplenty
Vikings, Saxons and Norman gentry.

Jon Kaufman21st September 2014

Consciousness

Something of a blessing, something of a curse
A lifetime of thinking only makes things worse.
What to do with it, where to take it
Am I getting wiser or am I just faking it?

Jon Kaufman17th September 2014

Scotland Calling

Who are the Scots, who are the Brits?
During days of Empire, a potent mix.
Signing up for the Black and Tans
Killing the Irish with their blood stained hands.

Jon Kaufman7th September 2014

Ethnic Cleansing: Editorial

Death to the Other, he ain’t my brother
Death to the infidel, let him rot in hell,
Death to the Ruskies, Hispanics and Yankees
Death to the foreigner with their foul reeking smell.

Jon Kaufman18th June 2014

World Cup Deliberations

Eight million children sniffing glue on the street
Selling their young bodies for something to eat
Offering sex like a slice of cheap meat
It’s child prostitution in the Brazilian heat

Jon Kaufman8th July 2012

The Circus is Coming to Town

Hurrah, the Circus is coming to town
And my heart is beginning to pound
With the runners and jumpers
And swimmers and punchers

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Sporting Polemics

Dabbling in the Dialectics of Sport, Politics and Culture

CATEGORY: Rhyming POLEMICS

Ode to Austerity

Most born into poverty, a few born into wealth.
Bizarrely the wealthy get wealthier through cunning and through stealth.
Rich kids flying high, backed up by daddy and mummy,
Everybody knows that money goes to money.

Olympic Legacy – Going, Going, Gone (Part 2)

They said it would inspire a generation
To run and to jump and to swim.
They promised it would motivate our youngsters
And the fight against obesity would begin.

London Calling – A Very Brief History

Londinium dates back to Roman times
Where its ambitious administrators hailed from sunnier climes.
And with the fall of Rome came new masters aplenty
Vikings, Saxons and Norman gentry.

Consciousness

Something of a blessing, something of a curse
A lifetime of thinking only makes things worse.
What to do with it, where to take it
Am I getting wiser or am I just faking it?

Scotland Calling

Who are the Scots, who are the Brits?
During days of Empire, a potent mix.
Signing up for the Black and Tans
Killing the Irish with their blood stained hands.

Ethnic Cleansing: Editorial

Death to the Other, he ain’t my brother
Death to the infidel, let him rot in hell,
Death to the Ruskies, Hispanics and Yankees
Death to the foreigner with their foul reeking smell.

World Cup Deliberations

Eight million children sniffing glue on the street
Selling their young bodies for something to eat
Offering sex like a slice of cheap meat
It’s child prostitution in the Brazilian heat

The Circus is Coming to Town

Hurrah, the Circus is coming to town
And my heart is beginning to pound
With the runners and jumpers
And swimmers and punchers

CATEGORY: Rhyming POLEMICS

Ode to Austerity

Most born into poverty, a few born into wealth. Bizarrely the wealthy get wealthier through cunning and through stealth. Rich kids flying high, backed up by daddy and mummy, Everybody knows that money goes to money.

Olympic Legacy – Going, Going, Gone (Part 2)

They said it would inspire a generation To run and to jump and to swim. They promised it would motivate our youngsters And the fight against obesity would begin.

London Calling – A Very Brief History

Londinium dates back to Roman times Where its ambitious administrators hailed from sunnier climes. And with the fall of Rome came new masters aplenty Vikings, Saxons and Norman gentry.

Consciousness

Something of a blessing, something of a curse A lifetime of thinking only makes things worse. What to do with it, where to take it Am I getting wiser or am I just faking it?

Scotland Calling

Who are the Scots, who are the Brits? During days of Empire, a potent mix. Signing up for the Black and Tans Killing the Irish with their blood stained hands.

Ethnic Cleansing: Editorial

Death to the Other, he ain’t my brother Death to the infidel, let him rot in hell, Death to the Ruskies, Hispanics and Yankees Death to the foreigner with their foul reeking smell.

World Cup Deliberations

Eight million children sniffing glue on the street Selling their young bodies for something to eat Offering sex like a slice of cheap meat It’s child prostitution in the Brazilian heat

The Circus is Coming to Town

Hurrah, the Circus is coming to town And my heart is beginning to pound With the runners and jumpers And swimmers and punchers

Most born into poverty, a few born into wealth.
Bizarrely the wealthy get wealthier through cunning and through stealth.
Rich kids flying high, backed up by daddy and mummy,
Everybody knows that money goes to money.

They said it would inspire a generation
To run and to jump and to swim.
They promised it would motivate our youngsters
And the fight against obesity would begin.

Londinium dates back to Roman times
Where its ambitious administrators hailed from sunnier climes.
And with the fall of Rome came new masters aplenty
Vikings, Saxons and Norman gentry.

Something of a blessing, something of a curse
A lifetime of thinking only makes things worse.
What to do with it, where to take it
Am I getting wiser or am I just faking it?

Who are the Scots, who are the Brits?
During days of Empire, a potent mix.
Signing up for the Black and Tans
Killing the Irish with their blood stained hands.

Death to the Other, he ain’t my brother
Death to the infidel, let him rot in hell,
Death to the Ruskies, Hispanics and Yankees
Death to the foreigner with their foul reeking smell.

Eight million children sniffing glue on the street
Selling their young bodies for something to eat
Offering sex like a slice of cheap meat
It’s child prostitution in the Brazilian heat

Hurrah, the Circus is coming to town
And my heart is beginning to pound
With the runners and jumpers
And swimmers and punchers