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Best Poems From
MICHAEL MICMAC MCCRORY
(25/01/1954)
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'The Elder's Corner'
Heaven's waiting room
Is in the corner from hell
The corner of the pub
Where, the elders dwell
Whose going to be next?
Only time will tell
Politeness prevails
After you; I yell
It's called heaven's waiting room
But not for me, cos I am bound for hell
Last orders! one for every road in town
Before you ring that bell
Surprise, surprise, up to heaven; what joy
St. peter's is standing behind the bar
Is that you Micmac me boy
Will you have a little jar
Then the landlady wakes me up
Will you ever go home; will you empty your glass
Come on now you, take that last sup
Drinking with St. Peter… you were me ass! ! ! !
It'll be hell for you me lad
The flames will make you sweat a load
Won't your ugly face be sad
Cos the devil don't serve one for the road
Michael Micmac Mccrory
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'The Fighter'
‘The Fighter'
I was the fighter
I fought and beat the best
They chose the wheels
I was left with no choice
We looked at each other
A few feet apart
Raced towards our goal
The chicken fell off
Couldn't stand the pace
I beat them with miles to spare
I was the first one there
I got to the tills first
I'll get the chicken tomorrow
It'll be trolley's again at dawn
Michael Micmac Mccrory
Michael Micmac Mccrory
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'The Tadpole and the Comma'
‘THE TADPOLE AND THE COMMA’
The tadpole is the lowest
Bottom of the range
The comma can be important
The words to arrange
Tadpoles wriggle on a leaf
One of the surviving frogspond
Comma wriggles on a page
To help the words flow on and on
The tadpole develops
Into a frog or a toad
The comma helps the sentence
Shorten a wordy load
Whilst Tadpoles are getting bigger
On a watery manger
Comma’s police the written word
So becomes the tone arranger
MICMAC
The difference between the tadpole and the comma.
The tadpole is sentenced to a short run.
The comma is there to help run the long sentence.
Michael Micmac Mccrory
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Three Squirrels
‘THREE SQUIRRELS’
I stood on my balcony
Gazed hopelessly at the skies
No poetic prose jumped out at me
Only three sets of two staring eyes
They swapped branches by a daredevil jump
Passing each other in mid air
Swapped trees, but one got the hump
I’m not jumping; so there!
The other two turned and gave chase
The third scampered to the ground
So at an almighty pace
Three squirrels ran round and round
They formed a continual circling rush
As round and round they twirled
Nothing left, not even a tail bush
As the vortex unfurled
Where oh where! Have the squirrels gone?
I looked low and high and everywhere in between
No squirrels, not a one
I wasn’t the only witness to the scene
A crowd had gathered to see, what I couldn’t see
What are you looking for?
I saw three squirrels disappear, where could they be?
They were just here, now they’re here no more
Searched and searched, they’re nowhere to be found
There where they formed a continual circling rush
They ran themselves into the ground
Nothing left, not even a tail bush
Once again, I stood on my balcony
To gaze hopelessly through the trees at the skies
No poetic prose jumped out at me
Only six mischievous staring eyes
MICMAC
Michael Micmac Mccrory
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