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Poems on this day – 7th November 1988

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Naked Tree

It’s autumn and it’s cold again
All around is yellow and golden brown  
And soon the trees will stand naked      
As its’ leaves tumble towards the ground

November 5th

Off we go to the fireworks show
Watch the fire as it starts to glow          
See the explosions in the sky   
Watch the rockets as they fly   
But look out that one didn’t explode      
Oh no I’m afraid it’s heading towards the crowd  
Oh my God it’s gone off in their eyes    
Get the ambulance quick can’t you hear their cries           
November 5th let’s celebrate someone’s dying     
Do you think Guy Fawkes left no one crying

Roll On Over

Just forget that there’s a world out there
Just roll your head on up to the sun       
Remember all the good things that you’ve ever seen         
And all the good things you’ve ever done           
And don’t let it all just fade away          
So why not roll on over today

Guess

Don’t confuse me with your riddles
I don’t understand what you say            
yes yes yes yes yes yes           
I guess it’s okay

Thank you, Mrs Dream – 2nd November 1988

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Thank you Mrs Dream

Have you set the mousetraps, mother?
Hey, it’s okay, I found it, you needn’t bother        
Don’t tell me that my house is unclean   
Where’s the hoover? Thank you, Mrs Dream        
Don’t worry ’cause everything is under control    
I think it’s funny, put on some coal        
Sort of got lost, what was the theme?      
Oh yeah, I remember, Thank you Mrs Dream

Family Outing – 30th October 1988

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Today’s the day for the family outing
Always the same – Mum and Dad shouting         
Where’s the gloves – my hands will get cold        
Come on darling, you’ve already been told         
So the family ride off into the sun         
At last the family outing has begun       
Some hunters decided to spoil their fun
Shot them dead, every single one

Poems on this day – 24th October 1988

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Heaven is a Slag

This sure ain’t my idea of paradise
If this is heaven, it sure is a slag           
All those promises sounded so nice       
But I get the feeling I’ve been had

This is Great

This is bigger than the both of us
We just operate with minimum fuss      
This is great, at least I think it is           
This is great, at least it should be          
That is what you told me         
Now you’ve got a hold of me

Doorstep

I stood on your doorstep
Thought I’d been here before   
For a second I wasn’t sure       
So I knocked on the door        
Come on in, you said  
I left the doorstep behind        
And warmth and comfort I did find       
These crazy ideas are just in my mind

Whole

Have you a concept
Of the vastness of the planet?   
There’s just so many things going on     
I don’t understand how can it?  
My own world is so small       
And so is yours as well           
I wonder if it will be like this   
In either heaven or hell?

Gravity Time

This picture isn’t moving
But everything is living          
They are just hanging up there
Just hanging in the air
You can watch your friends die
In slow motion          
The blink of an eye    
Could be no motion  
And it could last forever

Mr Wonderful

Hey, did I ever tell you how good you were?
Did I ever mention about your lovely hair?      
You know your girlfriends are always the best    
All of this and don’t forget the rest        
Did I ever tell you you’re Mr Wonderful?           
No? I guess I just forgot

Poems on this day – 22nd October 1988

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Welcome Back to Aggro

He here is, my genuine friend
His violence will reign in the end         
A fist and a boot to see him through      
Hasn’t got anything better to do            
And no one will help him        
And no one can help us

Herbert the Hedgehog

Herbert was my special friend
He spiked his hair just like me
Every single place I went        
He would follow me  
Until that day I bought a car    
I did travel wide and far          
I saw my friend crossing the road         
And I mistook him for a bastard toad     
Oh my god! Was that Herbert?
His guts had been turned to sherbet       
Herbert the Hedgehog is no more         
Now he’s stuck to the floor

SickSadSorry

I was sick as a parrot
I was sad and depressed          
Now I’m really sorry  
I’m not at my best      
Sicksadsorry
Sicksadsorry