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

'The Queens English'

The Queens English

Wotcha mean
Don’t care, ain’t it
I ain’t bovvered!

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  26.     

'Three old dogs'

‘Three dogs out for the day’

His old heart is past it’s prime
Gentle exercise the doctor suggests
So three old dogs go for a stroll

Three old dogs out for a walk
To get their old tickers going
Stopping to rest on a grassy knoll

Out of breath; legs all wobbly
Weary bones, completely knackered
Backs, once straight, are now bent

On and on they go, homeward bound
Stopping again on the way back
A seat on a grassy knoll, heaven sent

The oldest dog of all home to the wife
The nice long walk to lengthen his life
She says there’s life in the old dog yet







MICMAC
 
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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
 
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  28.     

' I missed you '

You’re the centre of attraction
Everyone is mesmerised by your eyes
They all adore your charm and wit
They pay attention to your every word
Watching your kissable lips
And I am left completely out of it

They listen attentively
Waiting for you to get around to them
And I just stand around
I close my eyes but I still see you
Cover my ears hear your every sound
We came to this party together
I wait patiently for you
To say the most beautiful words to my ears

It’s time to go home dear
It been a long night
I’ve missed you
Where were you all night
I say I was here by your side
I never moved away
I say; I missed you too

Lets go home to our house
Where once again
We will be together
Where you can be the centre of attraction
You can mesmerise me with your eyes
Amuse with your charm and wit
I will hang on your every word
And show you how much I missed you
I will kiss your kissable lips
 
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