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From raining fish,
To glowing toes,
In the Fortean world,
It's 'Anything goes'
Perpetual motion,
And alien craft,
Ne'er must a Fortean,
Denounce it as daft,
For in a world of crop circles,
And psychics and gnomes,
Only in madness,
Are we Home Sweet Home
For Fortean thinking's,
A tonic to science,
Which has in false dogma,
Gross over-reliance
For laws must be broken,
And facts brought to light,
It's Truth versus Falsehood,
FT leads the fight!
Charles Fort, image-breaker,
Amassed his note-army,
Wrote books of the fantastic,
And was rebuffed as quite barmy
Yet we think him right,
To question and fetter,
And thanks to his efforts,
My mind works much better,
No more confusion and lies,
No more doctrinal stance,
With the joys of Forteana,
My mind, it can dance!
For in religion or science
And philosophy, fair,
There's nothing that's more,
Then the correct thing to wear
For I believe nothing Of my own,
That I ever wrote,
Take all books and their contents,
And a collection of jokes
For this world, it is crazy,
Cosmic Jokers, they play,
Hold nothing sacred,
For what's holy they slay
And if there is a God,
Above our Hollow Earth,
I hope he sees Science
And collapses in mirth
But now, as a postscript,
(I beg thee, please finish!)
I hope respect for my input
These words won't diminish:
I BELIEVE NOTHING OF MY OWN THAT I HAVE EVER WRITTEN
(C) Ian Kidd July 2002
To glowing toes,
In the Fortean world,
It's 'Anything goes'
Perpetual motion,
And alien craft,
Ne'er must a Fortean,
Denounce it as daft,
For in a world of crop circles,
And psychics and gnomes,
Only in madness,
Are we Home Sweet Home
For Fortean thinking's,
A tonic to science,
Which has in false dogma,
Gross over-reliance
For laws must be broken,
And facts brought to light,
It's Truth versus Falsehood,
FT leads the fight!
Charles Fort, image-breaker,
Amassed his note-army,
Wrote books of the fantastic,
And was rebuffed as quite barmy
Yet we think him right,
To question and fetter,
And thanks to his efforts,
My mind works much better,
No more confusion and lies,
No more doctrinal stance,
With the joys of Forteana,
My mind, it can dance!
For in religion or science
And philosophy, fair,
There's nothing that's more,
Then the correct thing to wear
For I believe nothing Of my own,
That I ever wrote,
Take all books and their contents,
And a collection of jokes
For this world, it is crazy,
Cosmic Jokers, they play,
Hold nothing sacred,
For what's holy they slay
And if there is a God,
Above our Hollow Earth,
I hope he sees Science
And collapses in mirth
But now, as a postscript,
(I beg thee, please finish!)
I hope respect for my input
These words won't diminish:
I BELIEVE NOTHING OF MY OWN THAT I HAVE EVER WRITTEN
(C) Ian Kidd July 2002