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'Good Times'

Good Times

Im sitting in the dark
Thinking of the light
My light, my darling,
You are my light

You are an angel
A beauty to savour
A beauty to look at
A beautiful kind and caring person

Always looking after me
Always caring for others
Im resting in your hugs and caresses
Im drowning in your smothers

Your too good, too goody goody
Im off to find a bad girl
Im off to find happiness
You only wanted me Because

I am a bad boy
This bad boy
Plus bad girl
Are off to find good times

Michael Micmac Mccrory
Michael Micmac Mccrory




They made me study history
Its a thing of the past
Theres no future in it
Well I knew it wouldnt last

There are people with great wit
Teaching fools about ancient times
They make a living from it
I prefer the people
Who taught me about
Words that rhymes

Do I really want to know history
Or the tale of ancient man
Yes! ! !
I want to know his story
I really want to know him
So I can tell his tale
In a modern poem
Michael Micmac Mccrory



I Have Reserved Time to Write This; Why?

I sat in the nature reserve
Watching the animals playing football
I was just a reserve
Not in the first eleven

I had a seat in the theatre reserved
I watched the play unfold
I not an actor Im too reserved
Im in the audience where I belong

I was called up by the army
Served before; but they wanted me to re-serve
I was playing tennis; the ball went wide
They made me re-serve

Reserve your energy
Reserve your nerve
Keep your humour in reserve
Keep your reserve in reserve

I reserve the right to say you asked me to write this
And I have kept the best in reserve
You will have to reserve an appointment
With a proper poet after youve read this

An anagram of reserve
Is reverse
I wish I could reverse time
Then I wouldnt have wrote this
Michael Micmac Mccrory



'I love Sweaty Betty'


I sit down to write a love letter
To the woman I love, and Ill get her
For me shes the one, none better
But shes as big as a whale, only wetter

The one I desire and Ill win she
Is the one they call Sweaty Betty
Although, she is as mad as a banshee
And twice as hairy as a yeti

One day in the pub, someone started a fire
From Betty the sweat did sprout
She climbed onto a table to get higher
And sweated the fire right out

One day I got close and gave her a cuddle
Oh! In addition a kiss I did sneak
I ended up in a puddle
Oh god! How that girl did leak

I told her Id love her forever
I d marry her if shed let me
As the puddle turned into a river
I proposed to Sweaty Betty

Michael Micmac Mccrory
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