Poetry of Music

Below is a poem I constructed out of a load of titles of famous jazz pieces (so you won't have heard of them) but I hope it sort of makes sense and that you enjoy it.

All of you.
All the things you are.
Soft winds speak no evil.
So what?
My funny valentine, satin doll,
It’s de-lovely.
Easy to love, you’d be so nice to come home to.
They can’t take that away from me.
Nostalgia in Times Square, misty,
Alone together, all of me,
All of you.
Ev’ry time we say goodbye, for Heaven’s sake!
Footprints, impressions,
It’s alright with me.
Take the “A” train, Tuxedo Junction,
I’m beginning to see the light!
I got it bad, body and soul, night and day.
Come Sunday, Green Dolphin Street. Four.
Don’t get around much anymore, darn that dream!
Afternoon in Paris, autumn leaves, all of me,
All of you.

Both Mass Murderers... Same Geeky Moustache... Just Who WAS This Cromwell Character?

Oliver Cromwell, Lord Protecter of England, born in 1599 died in 1658, September. Famous for his roles both in the army during the Civil War of England and the overthrowing of the monarchy. He is possibly most infamous for the brutal treatment of his Irish opponents, slaughtering over a million of them in his campaigns in Ireland. Not personally, but I'm sure he took his fair share.
Until now, it has been thought that Cromwell and his deeds died with him. However, startling new evidence has revealed that Cromwell has been active in recent decades, perhaps even as recent as 70 years ago. Photographic evidence shows that Oliver Cromwell was acting through the body of none other than Adolf Hitler, trying to not only spread his power around one whole country, but indeed the world!!!

This indesputable photographic evidence proves that Oliver Cromwell was indeed behind the terrible atrocities that took place during the bloody Second World War. I needn't remind readers of the terrible events that took place in Germany, Austria and Poland during the occupation of the Nazi-German troops. Thank the Lord, Cromwell-Hitler's body burnt like a bag of burning shit in a little hole somewhere. I believe they've turned it into a public latrine.

Whilst on the topic, the other night as I was making my way into Ilford, a militant white-trash BNP twat starts up about how great Hitler is, how all the Asians and Blacks were taking "our jobs, our homes" and something about how glad he was the recession was happening. He probably doesn't realise it'll ruin him too, but I didn't point that out to him, poor bastard. He ended up by stumbling drunkenly down the aisle of the bus slurring "Sieg Heil" and making some spastic movement which I can only assume was the Fascist salute. It's creeps like him who give us a bad name. Damn white people, get a job!!!