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Poems By Poet Michael Micmac Mccrory  7/23/2014 3:01:14 AM
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' Having Money is Good For The Soul '

He brought the shears
To trim the weeds growing on the grave
I brought the tears
They flooded out with nothing left to save

New flowers placed on top
Inscriptions cleaned up, now easily read
All the weeds finally cropped
Now we pay our respects to the dead

An aging aunt; we barely knew
Always in the background as we grew
Mother dragged us by bus every Sunday to
Mother being the only one feeling blue

But now we go on Sunday’s too
To leave fresh flowers for our love ones there
Because mother’s in the grave with aunty sue
We go, not because we care

Aunty Sue left mother a huge fortune
Mother died left the money to both of us
The sound of jingling coins playing our tune
We go home in a roller to hell with the bus

Next Sunday I’ll bring the shears
To trim the weeds growing on the grave
He’ll will bring the tears
Because he is one of the tear shedding brave

We barely knew mother’s sister Sue
But we think she was just a honey
Missing her is something we just won’t do
But we will enjoy spending her money
Michael Micmac Mccrory



'A lonely Valentine card'

‘A lonely Valentine card'

I received my only Valentine card
It was lying on the floor
Didn't have a stamp on it
It didn't come through the door
I received lonely Valentine cards
So many times before
Please! Please Mummy
Don't send them anymore

Michael Micmac Mccrory
Michael Micmac Mccrory




There was a woman from Fermanagh
Who was known as lady Hannah
If you called her posh
She’d go bish-bash- bosh
Saying ‘I don’t like your manner
Michael Micmac Mccrory



'In the name of art'

‘In the name of Art’

Her legs are close together
Only two feet apart
On the bed she lay naked
The painter called it art

The photographer took a picture
Had to capture the image
Her father saw it in the papers
It made the whole family grimace

The world has seen her body
As when she was born
Everything on show
Her family forlorn

Every time the family see the picture
They rip it up and remember
She was their little baby
A loving family member

Their lives they say are ruined
The family torn apart
All because she’s a model
Working naked in the name of art

Michael Micmac Mccrory
Michael Micmac Mccrory
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Poems By Poet Michael Micmac Mccrory