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  MICHAEL MICMAC MCCRORY (25/01/1954)
 
 
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  81.     

A Sonnet for Noireen

I saw you across a crowded room
I fell in love
I had to write you a sonnet
My heart went vroom vroom vroom
I asked for your hand
I won it

All the eyes were on us
As we glided across the floor
The ladies Cooed
The men cussed
All full of envy
As we danced more and more

We danced slowly
We danced swiftly
The ladies bowed so lowly
The men minced so shifty
We were too busy in love
Our steps as one so nifty

So let the music of love play on
Let the fiddler’s bow be long
As you danced like a swan
All the world stood outshone
As the crowd looked upon
At we two dancing as one

I thank the lord above
For being in that room
When I fell in love
As my heart went vroom vroom vroom
I asked for your hand
I won it

It’s been a few years now
My heart is still soaring
To you the perfect muse
I offer this humble sonnet
To one: in all ways so beautiful
To Noireen
 
Michael Micmac Mccrory
   
 

   
   
 

  82.     

'Al Zheimer Will Be My Friend'

‘Al Zheimer will be my friend'

Where's Margaret?
Where's she gone?
Why isn't she here?
What have I done?
Who are you?
Al Zheimer, who's he?

Alzheimer's is a complaint, your slowly losing your memory dad.

Al Zheimer is complaining; he should remember where he is
If he's here in my house ask him where Margaret is.
Did he get rid of her; are you all trying to kill me?

Margaret is dead dad, she was my mum and your wife.

That's right Margaret; where has she gone?

Alzheimer's is not a joke
Nothing here, to laugh about
He wanders off to god knows where
To search for Margaret his one true love
She Is never there; her suffering done
His suffering is continuing on

His best days are over
His clear days are few and far between
He has only two questions to ask

Where's Margaret?
Who are you?

The answers;
Margaret has gone on ahead, to built your new home
I am your son I inherited your genes

Soon; Al Zheimer will be ‘My friend'.

So this is not the end………………………
 
Michael Micmac Mccrory
   
 

   
   
 

  83.     

'All Or Nothing; For The Gambler'

They enjoy the chase
They really like a flutter
They must be the winners
Happy to come out in front
Russian Roulette for horse's
 
Michael Micmac Mccrory
   
 

   
   
 

  84.     

'All the beats of my heart'

‘All beats of my heart’

All beats of my heart beat only for you
I’m drawn in the purest love
The purest love for the immaculate you
The immaculate woman so perfect
So perfect a woman made for the purest love
All beats of my heart beats only for you

The daylight was made to highlight the beauty in you
The beauty in you is made to love
To love the whole night through
Your eyes that sparkle so that the drummer can see
Can see to play all the beats of my heart
All the beats of my heart that beats only for you



MICMAC
 
Michael Micmac Mccrory
   
 
 
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