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Poems By Poet Michael Micmac Mccrory  7/26/2016 10:59:24 AM
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'Paper Thin Amy'

She struts her stuff
Like she’s walking
On a catwalk
For all the beautiful people
To come and idolise her
However, they don’t come
To revel in her beauty
They come to abuse and ridicule
Her less than size zero
Her third world figure
So who could blame them?
For writing to
Paper-thin Amy
Your looks are not dreamy
You could be in a nightmare
From a Hitchcock movie
When you turn sideways
You disappear
You are so thin
The photographers
All the fat bits in
You were the queen
Of your fashion world
Your brain emaciated
And your body too
All the world thought you a freak
You got dressed up
Or dressed down
To show the world
Wearing your beauty queen crown
But, eventually it got to you
You took your life
As great people often do
You joined the great in heaven
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
I hold you forever in my eye
To me you were beautiful

Michael Micmac Mccrory



'Pilgrim's Daughter'

‘Pilgrim’s daughter’

I met a pilgrim’s daughter
We did things we shouldna oughta
The old pilgrim father caught us
God he was in such a lather
Now I’m! the pilgrim father

Michael Micmac Mccrory



'Practising My Art'

What is it?
What do you want?
Where are you taking me?
When did I get here?

How do I know your white coats are for real?
Am I real?

What did you say?
Your taking me to the nut house
What type of nuts?
I think I may be allergic to nuts

A home for mentals
For madmen like me you say
Your treatment is making me mad

Why am I wearing a white jacket?
I don’t like white
Blue suits me
Have you got it in blue?

Why am I here?
You said I was talking to myself
Why yes that is what I do@
I’m in the theatre you know
I’m a ventriloquist

They came to take me away
For practising my art
The whole world is going mad
I’m the sane one

Sitting with my hand
Up the backside
Of a talking piece of wood
Yes I’m the sane one
Michael Micmac Mccrory



'Race For Love'

'Race for Love'

Whether short, fat, square or perpendicular
It doesn't matter when you know, she's the one
She's the special one, La Femme Particuliere
His search for that perfect love is now done

His idea's of the immaculate woman, now modified
No longer are looks and beauty desired
As long as she is genteel and dignified
With a Calm and innate charm acquired

To him she is a real cutie
With her bluey- green eyes and wry smile
That contributes to a lopsided beauty
In his race for love, she wins by a mile

Michael Micmac Mccrory
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