I composed a little ditty for this and please sing along to daisy daisy give me your answer,

Froggies, froggies why dont you move to Mars,

beleive me i tell you

for we will supply the cars

your such a grumpy race

your better off in space

and take with you

peppi le phew

and a suitcase thats full of mace

froggies froggies, why dont you live in a shed

hopefully that way, you will drop down dead

your just no good for life

can i borrow your wife

and frankly that way

i'll know what to say

to get her into my bed

froggies froggies

your not a funny lot

frankly, to be honest, you should all be shot

and take with you

peppi le phew

and a bucket to crap your lot,

Linkies Art

The master of verse

Has cast a curse

On our EU friends

Hailing from the valley of doom

Linkie casts his predjudice gloom

On our froggy soggy friends

What happened to being a good sport?

To those in the near by port

Though all is fair in war

What a shame

Linky is not to blame

Being a patriot

Our fearless friend

Is not around the bend

Just playful with his wit

So do not take offence

That he makes little  sense

His rhyme is meant to raise a smile :)

in the pleasure of grace

and a "wouldnt dare" do face

a man from all around

who never goes to ground

shall rise above ye all

and not a 10 foot wall

a shadow of his plight

to make our taffies fight

into the war we rush

here they come, shush

a man who loves his Pride

will always follow the bride

to war it is we run

just to have some fun

for the one who does not fight

we never follow in flight

to a country on the up

we raise a glass or cup

victory is in our hands

start the miner bands

our faith is awlays true

please say how'd de do

to all we stand aloud

never wander as a cloud

we are all one akin

and never commit a sin

last one i see all through

TO WAR, we go and do. Amen.

Battlefield of Life

I make this pledge to you alone,
that I shall serve your royal throne.
My silver sword, I gladly wield.
Squares eight times eight the battlefield.

With knights upon their mighty steed
the front line pawns have vowed to bleed
and neither Queen shall ever yield.
Squares eight times eight the battlefield.

The castle walls protect our back
and Bishops plan for their attack;
a master plan that is concealed.
Squares eight times eight the battlefield.

For chess is but a game of life
and I your Queen, a loving wife
shall guard my liege and raise my shield.
Squares eight times eight the battlefield.