Posts by Neil Lock

No more taxes, no more wars


By the Darn-Poor Rhymer

Neil’s Note: My good friend the Rhymer (who bears much the same relationship to me as Mr. Blake does to Dr. Gabb) has kindly written this little ditty, with which I plan to end my next major essay. As the essay itself is not yet complete, I thought I might release this tidbit in advance for your delectation. It is modelled after the school playground song “No more Latin, no more French.”

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The shortest honeymoon ever


Less than a week ago, I was saying nice things about Donald Trump. It hurts me to swallow my words.

Trump started so well; moving to approve the Keystone pipeline, and placing some sane people at the top of the EPA. Starting to dismantle Obamacare too, maybe. And setting out a more realistic attitude to the Russians.

But then he bars, suddenly and arbitrarily, entry to the USA for certain nationals. Not immigration – that I could have understood – but entry. Even for those who have homes there.

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Three verses to welcome 2017


By the Darn-Poor Rhymer

Economy is to ecology
As astronomy is to astrology.

Left is theft, and right is might, and never the twain should meet;
Yet both agree that we should suffer cameras on the street.
And both desire to tax us hard, and shrivel us with fright;
My friend, tell me the difference between the left and right.

When politics has met its doom,
Ten billion human beings will bloom.

Rivers


By the Darn-Poor Rhymer

The X, the Y, the U, the D,
They all flow down towards the C.

The A1 and the 7 greet,
As at a confluence they meet.

The River Eden is in 5;
There, Adam had 6 with his wife.

Old Father Thames we should not hate;
He turns a bend at Chiswick 8.

I’ve 1 more river. It’s the Ts,
And it goes nowhere near St. Bs.

Such talk is Irk-some? And 2ché?
Good 0 from the 4shore of the Wey.