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AE01 Carefull With Those Hands

it's really odd reading news
about women getting paid
for having their behind spank
then turn around, sue spanker
receiving favors is payment?
depends how you look at it

in football it's an honor to be spank
every time a player did a good play
you'll see it in television on changeover
watch-out hugger they will sue you too
do you have to keep your distance from
hugsmate; i will keep my pocket full

poem by Manonton Dalan
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Spank It

1-hey sped!
2-hey what?
1- what you wanna do?
2- I wanna spank!
1-spank what?
2- spank my little monk!!
1-to the left
2- to the right!
1&2- spank it up and down all night!
1- spank the monk!
2- spank, spank the monk!
1- spank the monk!
1&2- spank spank, the monk!

song performed by by Eagles
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Spanked

Heh!
Im all feed up, watchin tv
Some place to feast my eyes, oh
I always drift on commercials, yeah yeah
This one blew my mind, oh
Hey, tell me who youre gonna call, when you need that affection
You got to have it quick (got to have it quick)
There just aint no love line in her direction, oh
All you bad bad boys - call her up on the spank line, ah yeah
All you bad bad boys - call her up on the spank line, uh, whoa, aw
Three dollars, first minute, gosh, man, after that, it cost ya four
And shell be up for negotiations, if you call back for more
Now who youre gonna call when you need that special (special) little something
You can say what you like, its all confidential, oh
All you bad bad boys - call her up on the spank line, huh
All you bad bad boys - call her up on the spank line, whoa
(solo)
Hey!
All you bad bad boys - with your mind blown
All you bad bad boys - got one man horny, spanked
All you bad bad boys - call her up on the spank line, ah, hey
All you bad bad boys - call her up on the spank line, uh
All you bad bad boys - yeah, its a spank line, ha ha ha ha
All you bad bad boys - just call her up, call her up
One man horny, spanked
All you bad bad boys - one man horny, spanked, bad bad bad boys
All you bad bad boys - just call her up, its a spank line

song performed by by Van Halen
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Get Off

{b-side of n.p.g.}
New power
Let down your funky...
Get off
Get off baby
What can a brother do when the clock keeps ticking you off
Turn the other cheek or kick a nut til it coughs
Get off
Get off
On the positive tip, Im equipped with a whip
I dont have to spank you cause this is my ship
Get off
Get off
(get off baby)
I will still be hip, when the words from your lip
Take a dip in the ratings
And Ill be stripping your mercedes
Of your lubricated lady
And taking her for a walk, taking her for a walk
On the positive tip, Im equipped with a whip
I dont have to spank you cause this is my ship
Get off
Get off
Get off
Get off
Uh, is this a dream?
Nooo
Everybody get off
Is this a dream?
Is this a dream?
Get-o-get-o-get-o-get off
On the positive tip, Im equipped with a whip
I dont have to spank you cause this is my ship
Get off
Get off (I got the best of you)
Get off (hey, hey sugar)
Get off
Once I give her back to ya,
She wont ever wanna do ya
Cause I wrote the book
I taught her how to look
She showed me the money you gave her, I took
I even ate her cooking, thats more than you did
Get off
Get off
What can a brother do when the clock keeps ticking you off
Turn the other cheek or kick a nut til it coughs
Get off (uh, help me)
Get off
Get, get, get off
New, new, new power
{repeated over and over}

song performed by by Prince
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Spank Thru

This song is for lovers out there
And the little light in the trees
And all the flowers have gingivitis
And the birds fly happily
Were together once again my love
I need you back, oh baby baby
I cant explain just why we lost it from the start
Living without you girl, youll only break my heart...
I can feel it I can hold it I can rub it I can shape it
I can mold it I can cut it I can taste it I can spank it
Beat it masterbate it
I been looking for days now
Always hearing the same ol
City boy wont you spank thru?
I can make you do things you wont think you ever could

song performed by by Nirvana
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Classic Dance Steps

“Would you?
Like to see
your coloured cousins?
Rule The World! ”

Look at yourself.
Surprised? Shocked?
By what you see?
“All You Have To Do Is Follow.”

“Would you like to see?
Your coloured cousins?
Rule the World?
All You Have To Do Is Follow.”

The Dance Master. Mass Puppet.
Conductor! Conspirator! Siren who stole!
Dictatorial hypnotic lead regimented regime!

Highlighted in hysteria horrific history.
In racially intolerant massacre making!
Contemporary culturally indifferent ethnic spot-light!

The Leader! Of Who?
What? Leading Where?
Look at yourself! Surprised? Shocked? By what you see?

Bongo beat of bombastic speech!
Pounding upon reasons reaches!
“All You Have To Do Is Follow.”

The shake rattle and roll
of the tank tank tank!
Screaming rhythm of vibrating,
flesh hating,
marvelous musical toy;
with which to safely give Mr Otto Frank,
the sub-human guy;
a spank spank spank!

The shake rattle and roll of the tank tank tank!
Screaming rhythm of vibrating, flesh hating, marvelous musical toy!
With which to safely give, selected scapegoat, the sub-human guy!
A spank spank spank! Father of Anne Frank Frank Frank!

Copyright © Terence George Craddock
See also The Holocaust Files!
Adapted quotations from the song 'Stop' by Pink Floyd, from The Wall album. This poem is about racism and is in no way intend to insult the memory of the Frank family or any Jewish people living or deceased.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Robert of Lincoln

Merrily swinging on brier and weed,
Near to the nest of his little dame,
Over the mountain-side or mead,
Robert of Lincoln is telling his name.
Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link,
Spink, spank, spink,
Snug and safe is this nest of ours,
Hidden among the summer flowers.
Chee, chee, chee.

Robert of Lincoln is gayly dressed,
Wearing a bright, black wedding-coat;
White are his shoulders, and white his crest,
Hear him call in his merry note,
Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link,
Spink, spank, spink,
Look what a nice, new coat is mine;
Sure there was never a bird so fine.
Chee, chee, chee.

Robert of Lincoln's Quaker wife,
Pretty and quiet, with plain brown wings,
Passing at home a patient life,
Broods in the grass while her husband sings,
Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link,
Spink, spank, spink,
Brood, kind creature, you need not fear
Thieves and robbers while I am here.
Chee, chee, chee.

Modest and shy as a nun is she;
One weak chirp is her only note;
Braggart, and prince of braggarts is he,
Pouring boasts from his little throat,
Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link,
Spink, spank, spink,
Never was I afraid of man,
Catch me, cowardly knaves, if you can.
Chee, chee, chee.

Six white eggs on a bed of hay,
Flecked with purple, a pretty sight:
There as the mother sits all day,
Robert is singing with all his might,
Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link,
Spink, spank, spink,
Nice good wife that never goes out,
Keeping house while I frolic about.
Chee, chee, chee.

Soon as the little ones chip the shell,
Six wide mouths are open for food;
Robert of Lincoln bestirs him well,
Gathering seeds for the hungry brood:
Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link,
Spink, spank, spink,
This new life is likely to be
Hard for a gay young fellow like me.
Chee, chee, chee.

Robert of Lincoln at length is made
Sober with work, and silent with care,
Off is his holiday garment laid,
Half forgotten that merry air,
Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link,
Spink, spank, spink,
Nobody knows but my mate and I,
Where our nest and our nestlings lie.
Chee, chee, chee.

Summer wanes; the children are grown;
Fun and frolic no more he knows;
Robert of Lincoln's a hum-drum drone;
Off he flies, and we sing as he goes,
Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link,
Spink, spank, spink,
When you can pipe that merry old strain,
Robert of Lincoln, come back again.
Chee, chee, chee.

poem by William Cullen Bryant
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The Woman Five Doors Down

The woman five doors down tells me her son Ted is the best player in the school football team
And that one day he will play in an A.F.L. Grand Final and that more than once of late she's had this dream
Of watching him receive the Coleman medal for best on ground on football's biggest day
Watched by well over ninety thousand people who cheer him on with a loud hip hooray.

But locals who know of football and watched Ted play say he will never play at the top grade
That he won't go down Swanston Street in the back of a lorry
to loud applause in the Grand Final Parade
They say his mother greatly over rates him and that in his team he's just an average player
And that not one in his club will play A.F.L. football with good under age players they do not compare

Ted's mother believes her son will be a football hero and she seemed so convinced that she convinced me
But others who have seen him play say different and with her opinions they do not agree
They say that she will end up disappointed that her dreams for her son will not come true
That he won't make a career out of football another line of work he must pursue.

The woman five doors down tells me her son Ted will one day play in the famed M.C.G.
And be the hero of a great Grand Final in a game that will go down in history
And though others seem to think that she's only dreaming I hope her son will be a football great
And that she will applaud him in the Grand Final and the football fans his name will celebrate.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Threat Interlude

[threat]
What they screamin when they shout?
Who they fiendin fo - zoo rock the house fo sure
We boom you need some elbow room, thats right
Cause I be chokin the mic, place me under arrest
Im on the hit list baby cause Im one of the best
We on a quest all across the coast to get fresh, yeah, yeah
Nigga fly like the air, been up in the game and you can keep the change
Tried to smash all the beef, turn the leaf over
Cheap rock-rolla, cant be seen, bring your football team
Bump your queen plus we want the chips
Spank the white man on his ass with the whip
The world is fillin us, killin us softly, adolf khadafi
Still real gangsters dont tell what they do, they just do what they got to

song performed by by Ice T
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Women will not talk about football unless one of them is in love with a football player, and then suddenly you discover that they know everything that is to be known about it.

quote by Jeanne Moreau
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Telemaniaco / Tele Maniac

Un cavernícola golpea a su amada / A caveman hits his lover
y se la lleva de los pelos a la cueva / and it takes it to him from the hair to the cave
no se preocupe no ha pasado nada / don't worry it has not passed anything
el noticiero de las nueve lo comprueba / the news report of nine o'clock checks it

Es un telemaníaco / He is a tele maniac
ama la televisión ama la televisión / He loves to watch the TV, he loves to watch the TV
ama la televisión ama la televisión / He loves to watch the TV, he loves to watch the TV

Me siento bién definitivamente / I feel so good definitively
necesitaba esa dosis de novelas / I really needed that dosis of novels
ya he llorado por cuatro horas y media / I´ve been crying for four hours and a half
ahora cambio para ver una comedia / and now I´m change to see some comedy

Los dibujitos animados son lo máximo / The cartoons are the maximum thing
me gusta verlos una y otra vez / I like to see them an and another time
luego con mis amigotes los imito / later with my pals I imitate them
y hacemos gala de nuestra inmadurez / and we make Gallic of our immaturity

Las heroínas buscando chicos malos / The heroines looking for bad boys
los chicos malos buscando diversión / the bad boys looking for amusement
los superhéroes volando por los cielos / the superheros flying for the skies
las chicas pierden sus ligas en el bronx / the girls lose their suspenders in the bronx

Cómo me aburro estudiando y trabajando / How I get bored studying and working
con mis papeles y con el profesor / with my papers and with the professor
tan solo quiero volver corriendo a casa / all I want is to return running home
para sentarme frente al televisor / to sit down in front of the television

poem by Ramiro 2 Burgos
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Craftsman

I was asked to do a reading!
And at one time I did them free.
But don't 'expect' for me to do them...
Without offering a fee!
What I do is a skill!
Like teaching or carpentry!
And when I am approached by churches?
They throw that guilt trip...
And exposure thing on me!
And IF their ministers get paid,
To deliver 'the word' from God?
I think they misunderstand my 'gift'!
Since 'this' what they ask from me...
Has been directly given The Master's nod!
And the God that 'IS'...
Has blessed me with my 'gift' to get paid!
And 'if' that is not something that is understood...
From 'me' those who don't agree,
Will get 'shade'!
Is it believed an electrician,
Will turn on the lights...
If an agreement of payment is not made?
Laugh if you wish!
But I am a craftsman at this!
I have skills.
And for them one has to pay!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Good News

Something to begin with
That's easy said than done
You'll see me rolling home
But I don't understand why
Still there's nothing at all
Time is on my side
But we mustn't let our disappointment show
But I will, and you will go on
All I need is some good news (some good news)
All I need is some good news (just some good news)
To put me on my feet (to put me on my feet)
To put me at my ease (at my ease)
All I need is some good news (all I need is some good news)
All I need is some good news (some good news)
To put me at my ease (to put me at my ease)
All I need is some good news
All I need is some good news (just gimme me some good news)
All I need is some good news (some good news)
To put me at my ease (to put me at my ease)
To put me on my feet (on my feet, on my feet)
All I need is some good news (all I need is some good news)
All I need is some good news (all I need is some good news)
All I need is some good news
All I need is some good news (all I need is good news)
To put me on my ease (to put me at my ease)
To put me on my feet (on my feet, on my feet)
All I need is some good news (good news)
All I need is some good news (some good news)
All I need is some good news (good news)
All I need is some good news
[Repeat to fade

song performed by by 10 Cc
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Let Us Learn How To Play!

Life is a game,
Full of anxiety,
Full of excitement,
Who is the player?

I, you and we are players
if we are all players,
for what we play?
For what we have to play?
For money or name,
Or to gain some toys
to feel only more pain?

We take nothing at the end,
trophies and medals,
will not have meaning,
why we run here and there,
Jump and hop,
laugh and weep, Why we strive to win?

We never know causes,
Whose effect is this life?
We don't know our cause here,
And we talk of causes!
What cause may take us where?
Useless to think, just play your game!

Find the player
who play and enjoy all alone,
Creating own ground and arena,
He plays and enjoys the game,
so many things bring us shame,
Our own thoughts and deeds,
Who is enemy of us greater than these?
Let him play his game,
Pray him for rest,
sit and meditate at his feet,
Or get the yellow card for wrong play!
Anyway find a way to sit aside,
Let others play,
let us rest a while,
Watch and learn how to play!

poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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I Don't Play For Money

I don't play for money, just not enough
I don't play for money, but I do for love

Show some emotion, take a chance with me
A pair and a bluff, ain't such bad company

Fortune favors the brave
So stack my deck full of hearts
I don't play for money, but I do for love
I don't play for money, but I do for love

Too many aces, up so many sleeves
Eight chips and a chair, that's all I need

Counting the numbers, then let luck play its part
I don't play for money, but I do for love

I don't play for money, but I do for love
I don't play for money, but I do for love

With your house full of diamonds, you're so sharp and so proud
I'll raise the steaks higher, you're with the best in town

Fortune favors the brave
So stack my deck full of hearts
I don't play for money, but I do for love
I don't play for money, but I do for love

Break

Your river of diamonds, is a river of dreams
it turns into nothing, without love in between

I don't play for money, but I do for love
I don't play for money, but I do for love

I walk right up and take my chance
Look Lady luck face up and place my bet
i bluff and hold and play my hand
in the only game i love to win

Fortune favors the brave
I've stack the deck full of hearts
I don't play for money, but I do for love
I don't play for money, but I do for love

I don't play for money, just not enough
I don't play for money, but I do for love
I don't play for money, but I do for love
I don't play for money, but I do for love

poem by Colin Coplin
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Sweet Silence

Sometimes the best news is no news at all.
Then you wouldn't hear if there was war or if the stocks fall.
Today, nothing we hear of the television is good.
They tell bad news and say "they did what they could."
If we hear nothing, we assume everything is alright,
We could go to our beds and sleep tight.
How would you feel, if on the television on the wall,
You turned on the news and heard nothing at all.

poem by Cody Klinker
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The Football Jock And The Cheerleader

Football jocks- they allow nothing to get in their way
Girls hearts they’d break every day.
What is a heart? But tissue and mass.
They’ll get over it, it will pass.
Life is a game and we play it to our best
If girls can’t cope then give it a rest.

Love is like football and it has
many tactics that we must learn
and along the way people get burned.

They tend to dropp their hearts
and it shatters on the ground
But someone will pick up the pieces
Whatever could be found.
We are the jocks with one goal in mind
“ to win” every turn and every time.

We are the cheerleaders of the team
We get the fans to jump and scream.
We give you guys moral support
With out us your fans would abort.
You think because you’re football jocks
That all the women s clocks must stop.
Well! We have a surprise for you
Without us you wouldn’t know what to do.
As for our hearts shattering on the ground
My friend! You better turn and look around.

You see! LOVE IS NOT! A football game
And no heart remains the same
You are about to get your dues
For we know exactly what to do.
You may be great on the football field
But our hearts, you will not steal.
You can not get in our heads
nor can you get us in your beds.

poem by Louis Rams
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Football A Way Of Life

Being a football fan is a way of life
it is constantly on one's mind
your thinking about the next match
while going about the daily grind.
Your talking about great goals
and a brilliant player from the past
telling anyone who's listening
that he was skilful and he was fast.
Your living and breathing football
you dream of it in your sleep
even though the team you support
can make you angry and make you weep.
You meet up with fellow football fans
in the pub before the big match
one group of like minded people
talking about football over pints and a batch.
Football on a Saturday is all that matters
nothing else can stand in it's way
all of life's worries are put on hold
while the football fan watches his team play.

poem by Kevin Halls
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When A Feller's Itching To Be Spanked

W'EN us fellers stomp around, makin' lots o' noise,
Gramma says, 'There's certain times comes to little boys
W'en they need a shingle or the soft side of a plank;'
She says 'we're a-itchin' for a right good spank.'
An' she says, 'Now thes you wait,
It's a-comin' — soon or late,
W'en a fellers itchin' fer a spank.'
W'en a feller's out o' school, you know how he feels,
Gramma says we wriggle 'roun like a lot o' eels.
W'y it's like a man that's thes home from out o' jail.
What's the use o' scoldin' if we pull Tray's tail?
Gramma says, tho', 'thes you wait,
It's a-comin' — soon or late,
You'se the boys that's itchin' to be spanked.'
Cats is funny creatures an' I like to make 'em yowl,
Gramma alwus looks at me with a awful scowl
An' she says, 'Young gentlemen, mamma should be thanked
Ef you'd get your knickerbockers right well spanked.'
An' she says, 'Now thes you wait,
It's a-comin' — soon or late,'
W'en a feller's itchin' to be spanked.
Ef you fin' the days is gettin' awful hot in school
An' you know a swimmin' place where it's nice and cool,
Er you know a cat-fish hole brimmin' full o' fish,
Whose a-goin' to set around school and wish?
'Tain't no use to hide your bait,
It's a-comin' — soon or late,
W'en a feller's itchin' to be spanked.
Ol' folks know most ever'thing 'bout the world, I guess,
Gramma does, we wish she knowed thes a little less,
But I alwus kind o' think it 'ud be as well
Ef they wouldn't alwus have to up an' tell;
We kids wish 'at they'd thes wait,
It's a-comin' — soon or late,
W'en a feller's itchin' to be spanked.

poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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God and His Plan

God, my creator,

When you had created a woman for a man,
In the garden where the river flows underneath,
Where the dinosaurs do not exist,
Where the snow is an unknown word.
I think that you have decided that
one is more than enough for another.

Otherwise Lord, my merciful,
Benevolent and Almighty,
so kind enough to Forgive
the sins of male,
and a stern judge,
to punish and spank the women
for their misdoing,
You must have created,
at least Four Eves for an Adam.

Amen.

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Young David The Under Fourteen

With the local football club he plays under fourteen
In their football colours the black, brown and green
He dreams in the A F L he will star one day
Against Australia's finest he will be picked to play.

Everytime I see young David he's with the egg shaped ball
Playing by himself or with other boys in the park for his age he is tall
His dream is to play as number one ruckman for his favourite team Geelong
Enjoying a great victory as he sings the Club song.

Most boys of his age have a wish or a dream
To win a gold medal or play with a top football team
But not all dreams do come true everyone can't know fame
Still it is nice to dream of great things just the same.

He is the top ruckboy in his football team
And as a player of promise he knows local esteem
But few good juvenile players into great players grow
And young David he still has a long way to go.