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A POEM ABOUT FREEDOM, BY TIMOTHY H TRAIN

Some say that it's a butterfly

Flitting here and there,

Some say that it's cheap alcopops,

Or lacy underwear,

Some say it is the gift of God,

Some say it is nowhere,

But I say chocolate banana shoes

BECAUSE FREEDOM.

Some say that Bunnings sells it cheap,

Some say it's in the air,

Some say it's something we should try,

Some say we shouldn't dare,

Some say the airline lost theirs

And have nothing to declare,

I swiftly paint my whippets quack

BECAUSE FREEDOM.

Some say it's nudist cars with guns,

Some say it's pubic hair,

Some say it started with the Queen,

Or even Tony Blair,

Some say it's trolling someone's blog

Some say it's being square,

But why do budgies wimples snip?

BECAUSE FREEDOM.

If cymbals ooze along the grams,

Or men bend down in prayer,

If mome-raths gimble in the wabe

Or legs are shorn and bare,

If it's a costly thing to earn,

Or life's not free but fair,

Let spiffing pimples tango now -

BECAUSE FREEDOM. 

NOTE: The poet does not endorse painting your whippets.

Because freedom.