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Best Poems From
MICHAEL MICMAC MCCRORY
(25/01/1954)
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'Fermanagh'
There was a woman from Fermanagh
Who was known as lady Hannah
If you called her posh
Shed go bish-bash- bosh
Saying I dont like your manner
Michael Micmac Mccrory
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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
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'Growing Pains'
Growing Pains'
The fast flowing water
Swirling from side to side
Rushing busily forever
In the pompous brook
Tearing along speedily
Hurrying to grow into a river
The fast growing youth
Bobbling along the road
As fast as he can
Rushing to be important
Emanating airs and graces
Hurrying to grow into a man
Life's a lot faster
As I hobble along
Now I'm an aging man
Still, when the lassies go by
I dance pompously as a youth
Hurrying along, looking as important I can
Micmac
Michael Micmac Mccrory
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'Heavy winds'
Heavy wind
The wind whistled
To places it had never been
Up and down my trouser legs
Shouldnt have had so many beans
Michael Micmac Mccrory
Michael Micmac Mccrory
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