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Written by Anne Clegg   
Monday, 03 November 2008

Come here my darling
and sit by my side,
we’ll watch daytime t.v.
then go for a ride,

the car’s full of petrol
now the price has come down
so get dressed up my darling
for our night on the town.

We’ll buy soup for our dinner
and bread for our tea
but just two slices each,
Food’s expensive you see

But beer is quite cheap
’n’cigarettes aren’t too dear,
And cancer, my darling,
is nothing to fear

It’s not worse than bombs
or madmen with guns,
So let’s go, my darling,
Our time has come.

Last Updated ( Monday, 02 February 2009 )
 
Ding dong bell Print E-mail
Written by Anne Clegg   
Monday, 03 November 2008

Ding-dong bell
Street gangs make merry hell,

I’m going out tonight
and I think there’ll be a fight

I’ve got a little knife
and it might just save my life

Who’s stabbed me in the arm?
Did he really mean me harm?

Such a good kid ought to live
not to end his life this way
Now I can only pray.

Last Updated ( Monday, 02 February 2009 )
 
A collection of poems Print E-mail
Written by Anthony Hayward   
Wednesday, 08 October 2008

(Originally submitted for National Poetry Day)

Mr Cleaner.
 
Welcome Mr Swampy,
As you’re cleaning up my bus,
With only a few minutes,
You cleanse without a fuss.
 
Even when it’s tidy,
You’ll have a crafty look,
One thing you don’t know!
Are the bets that I have took.
 
Someday with your bin bag,
I’ll smile as you frown,
With the whooshing of my doors,
You’ll be whizzing round the town
Last Updated ( Thursday, 05 February 2009 )
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