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Ann Farmer

Ann Farmer
Ann Farmer, poet, illustrator and writer, lives in Woodford Green in England. She is a social conservative and contributor to The Conservative Woman and Mercatornet websites; her publications include The Language of Life: Christians Facing the Abortion Challenge; Prophets & Priests: the Hidden Face of the Birth Control Movement; By Their Fruits: Eugenics, Population Control, and the Abortion Campaign; The Five Wounds; Chesterton and the Jews: Friend, Critic, Defender.
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All those who find it hard to deal With modern life and get perplexed With innovation technological; who feel Their memory receding with their hairline and will get quite vexed If they can’t get a word, can’t find their specs; With crinkled faces and with...
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She got an Oscar for her role In Downton Abbey; and she played the Queen In that biopic with Sir Andrew Foale— You know the one I mean— He’s in that ad for Windolene; Her acting gave us so much pleasure: Nothing too horrid or obscene; They...
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She’s earnest for equality And vigilant for women’s rights; She frowns on all frivolity, Of justice she is keen to scale the heights, And to this end she sat up nights And studied law—you get the gist— And now she’s qualified in slights. They say she is...

They say that we are running out Of everything; if we don’t wean Ourselves from greed, continually flout The laws of Nature—put ourselves in quarantine From Baltimore to Bethnal Green— We’ll crash this Spaceship Earth if we don’t man it, And all become more fit and...
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It looks just like a pile of wood Dumped in the middle of the town; They say that it is very good, And might be worth ten thousand pounds— Especially in spacious grounds, Like those of Buffy Bagshott, Bart; They say that it will do the...
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He’s first to claim his faith’s a spur To politics—but in the cause of modern life As seen by a minority of folks who stir The democratic pot to greater strife, For whom the wooden spoon too oft becomes a knife; His faith’s a compass,...