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With You

With you A grassy bed A bright blue sky Overhead What do I Care For thistles    creepy-crawlies    herds of sheep    and peeping toms? With you Your auburn hair Dog-brown eyes Firm breasts (And the rest) I don’t even notice The … Continue reading

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The Futility of Philosphising

What is Life? The Philosopher mused As he sat all alone In the wood. And is there a difference He went on to ponder Between what is Bad And what is Good? And as he sat there The sun overhead … Continue reading

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The Eighth Rate Poet

I am the eighth rate poet Doggerel’s what I write: Cliched, commonplace, rhyming verse; Humdrum, dull, and trite. Aye, if you want poetical rubbish That scans and rhymes, a bit You could find no better person Than me, to write … Continue reading

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The Haggler

The Devil sat on my shoulder And offered me all Bentilee From Willfield right down to Twigg Street Fenton fields, transmitter, and tree! Course! He wanted somethin’ for ’em As anyone would, wouldn’t you? But He said my sould would … Continue reading

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Dear Sis' (cough, cough)

Dear Sis’, cough, cough I just thought I would sit down, cough, cough And write you this line, cough, cough Whilst, cough, cough I have some spare time, cough, cough As, cough, cough I’ve just been told, cough, cough To … Continue reading

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Weep no more sad willow tree

Weep no more sad willow tree Sky no more be blue Rain clouds change your dowdy grey For some brighter hue Let each flower become a rose Let rainbows fill the sky Widows put on your brightest clothes And let … Continue reading

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The Puffin' Song (To the tune of Jingle Bells)

Dashin’ through the snow Chasin’ my toupee O’er the hills I go Puffin’ all the way! Arms I madly swing Turning my face bright Oh, what fun it is to run And sing a running song tonight: Oh, puffin’ here, … Continue reading

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