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Poems By Poet Michael Micmac Mccrory  7/10/2014 1:12:12 AM
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'Father Nicholas'

‘Father Nicholas’

He was born to go to hell
That is where he is bound
Right now he’s in a cell
For messing with children of this town

He wore a priest’s cassock
He was there to nurture young minds
But he got them to kneel on the hassock
Then he took them from behind

Now as he sits in his prison cell
Things on his mind to dwell
Is it the truth he’ll tell
Not a chance in hell

The children have to get it level
They have to see it in their eyes
They have to know that old nick, was Satan
He was the devil in disguise

Michael Micmac Mccrory



'First Foot'

‘First foot'

A bit of coal with no soot
In the hand of the first foot
But as prices get higher
You should have brought a blazing fire

Michael Micmac Mccrory



Forever in Boots

Swimming costume, bib and tucker
Stonewashed jeans or three-piece suits
Never going to be, a tidy looker
I am the man, forever in boots

Funerals, parties or weddings
Working days or evening pursuits
Planting flowers in their beddings
I am the man, forever in boots

I want to be forever in boots
I wear boots on land or sea
I can be a miserable old coot
If you hide my boots from me

In the ring wearing boxing boots
On a horse in my riding boots
At the riverside in Wellington boots
Happy to be the man, forever in boots

Man forever in boots
Seeks woman, to be his puss in boots
For country hikes, in walking boots
Eternal happiness, both; forever in boots
Michael Micmac Mccrory



Free Poetry

Oh dear, oh dear, oh dearie me
The page is empty devoid of words
Absolutely word free

Along comes a wannabe poet
And before you know it
The freedom of the empty page is marred

But this wannabe poet
Wants the page to be free
So I’ll write a poem

Oh dear, oh dear, oh dearie me
Now! The page is only half free
This wannabe poet has become an invader

I sat before the empty page
It looked too empty, too free
So I destroyed it's peace
To set my mind free
The page is no longer free
It's peace is ruined to free me

Now the wannabe poet feels free
Getting something written
Breaking the word blindness

Sometime the innocent suffer
To set others free
This innocent page has suffered
To set this wannabe poet free
But around the poem
The rest of the page stays free

We both have a shared sense of freedom
A sense is all it will ever be
There is no such thing as being totally free
Michael Micmac Mccrory
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