The Imposter's Song - authors name please?

[Oneeyedick]

Ah sweet imposter with smile so sad

And head held high and heart so glad

Shirk not with fear from chosen task

Flit here and there in shaded mask.

Your chosen aim to spread confusion

Could simply end with blue contusion

As wicked foes land fiercesome blows

And cackling break your tiny nose.

Lose not your patience nor your aim

And swallow all the bitter blame

Sustain your your cheer, hold back the bile

Greet your detractors with a cheery smile.

[Oneeyedtic]

Oneeyedvic.

[MargeB]

You seriously have a way with words

[oneyeedick.]

But all alone stands hugely politic,
That it nor grows with heat nor drowns with showers.
To this I witness call the fools of time,
Which die for goodness, who have lived for crime.

 

[MargeB]

Ah kent a canny imposter
she made up names fae roster
Her name was smadge
or was it smidge
It changed so much we lost 'er

Epitaph: Imposter

Here he lies, our old friend smadge,
or is it smidge or smedge?
It may be smudge or even smodge,
Who knows? He jumped off ledge....

Epitaph: ABEditor 1

Here he lies, ABEditor 1,
He's gone now from this place,
We loved him dearly, from his words,
Cos we never saw his face.

Epitaph: Joker

He walked through life, with sense of fun,
No harm he did imply,
But hardened men, with hardened ways,
Did not see eye to eye

He tried to show them life was short
be short of temper not of fuse!
But they pressed on, counselling him,
to mind his p's and q's

In end he died, his epitaph,
was 'Told you I was ill'
They tore it down, those furrowed men,
In death they hate him still.