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Paul Broadhurst

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In 2006; I got the writing bug; after producing quite a collection of work I put it together in paperbacks and raised money for Charities/Organisations. Just enjoy a chuckle.


The Alan Turing Way At boarding school he loved maths and puzzles Looking for logic, mind blowing muddles Brain always working; this saw him alone Just one fellow student, friend in the same zone Bullied by others for brilliance of mind One term no return; of his friend I'll and kind World War Two called, to decipher a code It was an enigma, a team Bletchley board Again isolated could not work with others With a young lass on board, his machine he discovers Times wasn't trusted; money seen as a waste Months they did pass pulled the plug done in haste Group pulled together, Churchill believed Information was gathered, broken code was achieved Relief and elation, but others can't know Use intelligence wisely, must regulate flow As the War ended, they knew what they'd done Cut years off the War, god bless everyone Then on to other, big projects his game A digital computer, design was his aim A first prototype, a solid foundation Ground breaking science, left to the nation His life so unhappy, gender misunderstood Now honoured in history, Alan Turing did good Merry Brexmas Yes we thrive on apathy, leaving was the aim Voted out but are we in, Theresa's causing pain From nowhere, now five options, in or in with deal Cliff edge or General Election, article 50 we could repeal Build up to deciding vote, 'teli could host debate Jeremy wanted ITV, dis-May an early fate Five days pass, ho so fast, Commons will get a say "Let's just put a stop to that" shouted Mrs May So what now, back on the plane, handbags now at dawn? EU not very happy, after the backstop deal was drawn Brussels in a quandary, feel more like a sprout "Driving us mad them whinging Brits, are they in or out? Two years have past, deal no deal, Merry Christmas all Happy New Year now March in sight, still too close to call Car Parks Cars are getting bigger,spaces very small Cramming all together, car parks become a brawl Sometimes when you get to your car, there's no way in the door In the bay next door to you, is parked a four by four Passenger door can just slide in, then you have a climb Over console and gear stick, this can take sometime Foot gets stuck or caught on knob, trousers take a tier All this grief because some folk, really they don't care But then there's a time other car users, you could really shoot So closely park beside you, your entry through the boot Car park designers stop making small bays; our need to open the door Us folk are sick, of your minimal space, Minis aren't mini no more

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Julian (Admin)

Mon 10th Dec 2012 11:30

excellent reportage from the Broadhurst family Christmas Paul. Good hear from you and to have seen you at the poetry jam. Keep up the good work!

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Dominic Berry

Tue 25th Aug 2009 10:21

excellent work at Inside Out man. I was thoroughly entertained throughout. I can't believe you say you don't read often yet you had such a relaxed and easy vibe on stage- very charismatic and hugely enjoyable. Please let me know when your reading round Manchester way next, your stuff is brilliant and it was a joy to watch you perform. well done fella


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