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Poems By Poet Michael Micmac Mccrory  8/30/2014 5:24:18 AM
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Love - Hate Rain 1&2

‘Love-Hate Rain 1'

Walking in the lashing rain
Washing away my blues
My new denim shirt, colour running

‘Love-Hate Rain 2'

Walking hunched in the rain
The raindrops
Concealing the teardrops
Michael Micmac Mccrory



'My Dilemma'

I love cats
Twelve have I
So many cats do confuse
I have cats; but no muse
It must be true
What they say
Did the cats chase
The muse away?

What’s that you say? you louse
Cats only chase away the mouse
That fact is of no use
I just want to find my muse

Here I sit in my hell
No muse
And you say, I can’t spell
I can’t take this abuse

There it is my dilemma
Is this the way it should be
My hand shaking in a tremor
Now! if only I could write poetry
Michael Micmac Mccrory



'Practice makes Perfect'

‘Practise makes perfect'

That sweet young couple down the lane
Who found making love such a pain
Well It didn't take very long
To see they were doing it all wrong
Now they practice again and again

Michael Micmac Mccrory



'Protestant Catholic'

All ye that enter the church abandon all hope
You may want to marry but the rules says nope
However, you can have all the children you can grope
And you will get protection and cover from the pope
They make you take orders and wear a frock
Then they get all-uptight and go into shock
When in front of children you produce your cock
Then they hide you away in amongst the flock

They deny it; they really do it so neat
You do wrong and they put you in retreat
But the children you molest and even beat
Lose the will to live and end up on the street
It is a mystery to say the least
How some people turn into a beast?
The animal within them is soon released
All because they made them a priest

These people are supposed to be our rock
We all know that is just a crock
When the devil within is unlocked
Another child’s life goes into hock
Next time you go to mass
Ask them where they get the brass
To stand and spout such crass
That makes their religion look an ass

Hey pope, you, I don’t want to worry
If you don’t want your religion to end up in the slurry
Do something now, and in a hurry
You have to let your priest’s marry
Michael Micmac Mccrory
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