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Wednesday, 14 December 2011

Old Tom

Old Tom

A bolt of ragged lightning

Came crashing down

It stuck old mad Tom
The village fool, the local clown

Tom lit up like a neon sign
Steam and fire came from his head
But old Tom was far from dead

As the smoke and ash cleared away
The village folk could hear Tom say
“Bye the Gods, I needed that”
“Einstein move over, old Tom is back”

He plugged himself into the Internet
Draining all known knowledge from it
Now old Tom the village fool
Is the Lord and Master over all

He built a palace in the sky
Passing down his wisdom
To you and I

The moral of this story is
Never go out in a thunderstorm
Or you will end up as toast!


Peter Wicks



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