Slice of Swiss...Glass of Amber
A goodly piece of Swiss
And a Michelob
in hand
And you’ll find smiling
in satisfaction, a happy
And contented man
I’m describing myself perhaps…
In righteous religion, taking
The Very devout and pious stand
That a goodly slice of Swiss
And a cold Michelob Amber is…
A large part of God’s grand …
and mysterious plan
poem by David Whalen
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I want to be remembered for Swiss Family Robinson and Old Yeller. I think Swiss is probably my favorite film.
quote by Tommy Kirk
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I've never had a bank account in Switzerland since 1984. Why would the Swiss do this to me? Maybe the Swiss are trying to divert attention from the Holocaust gold scandal.
quote by Benazir Bhutto
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Only that Swiss in the heart want still a king or at least a strong Upper House of Parliament. Swiss long themselves for less democracy and more dictatorship.
quote by Peter Bichsel
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Are Canadians Forbidden Referendums?
The Swiss had a binding referendum to expel criminals,
Foreigners who may come to Canada with drugs and chemicals,
Because “EVERYONE” has Trudeau’s Charter Rights which was imposed,
And you were not allowed input when the Charter was composed.
But the Swiss have binding referendums which we are not allowed,
We have to be very obedient and walk with our heads bowed,
And none of this of course is mentioned in our managed media,
You wont even find it mentioned in any encyclopedia.
Why are the Swiss allowed more security but we are not?
Is this something our politically correct politicians forgot?
Are there illegal refugees enroute to our Supreme Court?
Maybe refugee ships enroute might need another escort?
Jan 2nd,2011
poem by James Bredin
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Lucky those who are Swiss-born. It is also beautiful to die as Swiss. But what are you going to do in the meantime?
quote by Alexander Roda Roda
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Handmade Swiss watch may show the same time,
As the mass produced watches holding cheap chips,
But the former may run to last for generations,
The latter may collapse, but we will buy the next one.
Few people may have dollars to pay the Swiss artisans,
Many people have coins to support the cheap productions,
The pleasure of having something is invented and marketed,
When affordability is expanded, the satisfaction is unmatched.
When we can't afford the expensive, we can go for the cheap,
When we can't afford the original, we can go fo the generic,
When we can't afford a healthy life style, we can be sick,
When we can't afford a good leader, we can go for the tactful.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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America can well expect to develop a goodly amount of composers for she has a goodly number of people.
quote by John Philip Sousa
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The tongue is the worst piece of meat in the world.
If only God would give me some clear sign! Like making a large deposit in my name at a Swiss bank.
quote by Woody Allen
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If only God would give me some clear sign! Like making a large deposit in my name in a Swiss bank.
quote by Woody Allen
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Trials & Tribulations
The swiss miss girl made her fortune
Doing commercials on tv
But easy come, easy go was
Her philosophy
She spent all of her money
She was searching for some cash
So she went to her friend capt n crunch
Whom shed met at a hollywood bash
The second that he saw her
He said, I bet youre in need
Of some dough
Perplexed and confused she asked him,
Oh but captain how did you know?
Laughingly he responded,
It was really just a lucky hunch
With tears in her eyes she pleaded,
Will you help me out capt n crunch?
The trials and tribulations
Of the swiss miss girl
Shes got a famous reputation
And shes known throughout the world
But lifes no bed of roses
She would change things if she could
She plans to make a brand new start
And move out of hollywood
The captain now was grinning
He felt he had her in the palm of his hand
He said, darlin youre a penniless woman
And Im a wealthy man
You know the rules of the game by now
Ill scratch your back if you scratch mine
He said, let me take you out
And well talk about this
Over a bottle of wine
The swiss miss girl was disgusted
And she smacked him right in his face
Then she took his hat
And she stamped on that
Just to put him in his place
But the old man was persistent
He would not be undaunted
The more that hed been taunted
The more she turned him on
Then the captain made a pass at the swiss miss girl
Tryin to show her his affection
She screamed for help and when she did...
Mr. clean came to her protection
The trials and tribulations
Of the swiss miss girl
Shes got a famous reputation
And shes known throughout the world
But lifes no bed of roses
She would change things if she could
She plans to make a brand new start
And move out of hollywood
song performed by by Phish
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Stinky, Moldy Cheese
In my house there is a slice...
Of stinky cheese
In my house there is some chedder
Though staying far from it might be better
In my house there's a piece
Of stinky, moldy mozzarela cheese
In my house there are many things
But nothing can top stinky, moldy cheese
There is a whisperer who tells me many things
'Hey miss...'
'Don't go near the swiss! '
You're so lucky this cheese...
Isn't yours
poem by Kristy Wisser
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As the stone leaves your hand it belongs to the devil.
At the bottom of the sack you will find the bill.
Ballad of the Goodly Fere
Ha' we lost the goodliest fere o' all
For the priests and the gallows tree?
Aye lover he was of brawny men,
O' ships and the open sea.
When they came wi' a host to take Our Man
His smile was good to see,
"First let these go!" quo' our Goodly Fere,
"Or I'll see ye damned," says he.
Aye he sent us out through the crossed high spears
And the scorn of his laugh rang free,
"Why took ye not me when I walked about
Alone in the town?" says he.
Oh we drank his "Hale" in the good red wine
When we last made company,
No capon priest was the Goodly Fere
But a man o' men was he.
I ha' seen him drive a hundred men
Wi' a bundle o' cords swung free,
That they took the high and holy house
For their pawn and treasury.
They'll no' get him a' in a book I think
Though they write it cunningly;
No mouse of the scrolls was the Goodly Fere
But aye loved the open sea.
If they think they ha' snared our Goodly Fere
They are fools to the last degree.
"I'll go to the feast," quo' our Goodly Fere,
"Though I go to the gallows tree."
"Ye ha' seen me heal the lame and blind,
And wake the dead," says he,
"Ye shall see one thing to master all:
'Tis how a brave man dies on the tree."
A son of God was the Goodly Fere
That bade us his brothers be.
I ha' seen him cow a thousand men.
I have seen him upon the tree.
He cried no cry when they drave the nails
And the blood gushed hot and free,
The hounds of the crimson sky gave tongue
But never a cry cried he.
I ha' seen him cow a thousand men
On the hills o' Galilee,
They whined as he walked out calm between,
Wi' his eyes like the grey o' the sea,
Like the sea that brooks no voyaging
With the winds unleashed and free,
Like the sea that he cowed at Genseret
Wi' twey words spoke' suddently.
A master of men was the Goodly Fere,
A mate of the wind and sea,
If they think they ha' slain our Goodly Fere
They are fools eternally.
I ha' seen him eat o' the honey-comb
Sin' they nailed him to the tree.
poem by Ezra Pound
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A Swiss Constitution
We are all going to die whether we like it or not,
It will happen sooner or later even if you think you're a big shot,
It can't be organized or scheduled for this or that reason,
It's against the law and considered to be next to treason.
The Swiss and Dutch have it figured out and have death with dignity,
But it's not allowed in Canada - High Court activity.
Sue Rodriguez was refused though she had Lou Gehrig's disease,
Canadian Supreme Court dressed in red, refused her please.
So we should amend our constitution like the Swiss and the Dutch,
Because under the present system our Supreme Court has too much,
If we had binding referendums we could get back in control,
Instead, nowadays many murderers seem to get parole.
poem by James Bredin
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Sonnet XLV
LEaue lady, in your glasse of christall clene,
Your goodly selfe for euermore to vew:
and in my selfe, my inward selfe I meane,
most liuely lyke behold your semblant trew.
Within my hart, though hardly it can shew,
thing so diuine to vew of earthly eye:
the fayre Idea of your celestiall hew,
and euery part remaines immortally:
And were it not that through your cruelty,
with sorrow dimmed and deformd it were:
the goodly ymage of your visnomy,
clearer then christall would therein appere.
But if your selfe in me ye playne will see,
remoue the cause by which your fayre beames darkned be.
poem by Edmund Spenser
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Poem 13
Behold whiles she before the altar stands
Hearing the holy priest that to her speakes
And blesseth her with his two happy hands,
How the red roses flush vp in her cheekes,
And the pure snow with goodly vermill stayne,
Like crimsin dyde in grayne,
That euen th'Angels which continually,
About the sacred Altare doe remaine,
Forget their seruice and about her fly,
Ofte peeping in her face that seemes more fayre,
The more they on it stare.
But her sad eyes still fastened on the ground,
Are gouerned with goodly modesty,
That suffers not one looke to glaunce awry,
Which may let in a little thought vnsownd,
Why blush ye loue to giue to me your hand,
The pledge of all our band,
Sing ye sweet Angels Alleluya sing,
That all the woods may answere and your eccho ring.
poem by Edmund Spenser
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It's Out Of My Hands
I'll just turn away, there's not need to watch her leaving
I don't want to let her see me cry
And the part of me that's breaking
Is The part that has been taking her for granted
And that's why she said goodbye
I twas me that let her down and left her lonely
But her leaving me was never in my plan
It started with my lying
And it ended with me crying
And she's taken all the lonely she can stand
It's out of my hands now
It's over and done
She's made her choice now
And I'm not the one
She'll find her future with some other man
It was all up to me but I just couldn't see
Now it's out of my hands.
She tried every way she knew to make me happy
She was more than just a lover and a friend
I was just too blind to see
And now she set me free
So it's best to walk away and let it end
It's out of my hands now
It's over and done
She's made her choice now
And I'm not the one
She'll find her future with some other man
It was all up to me but I just couldn't see
Now it's out of my hands.
song performed by by Randy Travis
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Recognition: Now Your Silence Is Always Part Of Me
Now your silence is always part of me,
where you lie naked on the examination table
before they slice you open after your death
and much too quickly life frolics past
and now I want it so much differently.
Now your silence is always part of me,
with past moments that I cannot avoid,
when a holy man says some words from scripture,
before they slice you open after your death
and totally separated are you and I
where my hand rests on your breast,
now your silence is always part of me,
you that once full of life, carelessly free
could bind your love as a oath to me,
before they slice you open after your death
and I wonder what remains in these moments
where I have to lie down that, which had been between us,
now your silence is always part of me,
before they slice you open after your death.
poem by Gert Strydom
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