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April 30 CHILDHOOD RAMBLINGS IN ANSWER TO A WRITTEN POEM
By another Poet
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Well John and Ray they sound just fine
But think they was before my time
But remember shows on Radio
that didnt seem so long ago.
Alas as child before bed and dream
We sat listening to the Ovaltine
Boys and girls at suppertime
and Dan Dare came at quart to nine.
Mrs Dales Diary came to mind
Was interesting for the older kind
And all the Huggets remember them?
Oh good memories of way back when.
I remember listening to Journey into space
How he flew up from the human race
Then Archie Andrews did his bit
And forces favourite at dinner fit
And all the stories were have they gone?
Its so sad and is so wrong.
But I know not program by John or Ray
But to radio I can say
The shows there were there and then
They aught to bring them back again.
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s gray
Angry DoraPLEASE TURN ON MUSIC VIDEO
AND DANCE WITH THE CHEEKY GIRLS
ANGRY DORA
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There was a young lady from Howe
Who looked like an angry cow
She`d bellow and shout
when the men took her out
Now a lonely old spinster is now.
She was mythered by going too far
As men kissed her and then they said ta!
She`d slam all the doors
As she clung to her draws
And her men ended up seeing stars.
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sylvia gray Noisy NeighboursWHAT`S GOING ON HERE!!!!!!!!
I Said!!
WHAT`S GOING ON?????????
Mad Poet SocietyHo Ho fiddle dee dee,
You is you, and I is me.
We are us, and they are them,
Were all mad poets with our pen.
She is her, and he is him,
We are not them but we still sing,
Hey ho fiddle dee dee,
You is you and I is me.
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s gray Me Gusta MuchoME GUSTA MUCHO
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Dee agrle deebabarble de grump
Te amore la questo de pump
Del gramo del dimpo
Cos lasta la pimple
Dar gesto kel questo de strump.
Del mano esteramo desoop
Kel questo del marno del poop
de marno el grande
leg stuck in the sandi
and da lingo isdes loopy loop.
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s gray April 28 Vague Childhood Memories
April 27 Watch Out There`s A Gremlin About! They think I`m here
They think I`m there
I Tell ya I am Everywhere!! As The Msn Butterfly Flutters ByMe on a bad day
MSN I`m coming with an up and loaded gun
And i`m gonna shoot that butterfly,
right up it`s silly bum.
It causes us more problems flitting here and there.
But gonna settle this once and for all
And my sentiments all do share.
It may look so appealling with it`s wings of red and blue,
But it`s out do your dirty work
Thats maddens us right through.
So better take from cyberland
and put it in the grass,
Or it will get a bullet
Right up it`s bloody a---
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s gray April 24 Smelly BerthaOur Bertha
Ee` our Bertha is a luverly lass
and she is princess of `t` day
But when she gets up in `t` morning
She blows us all away
 Its rather is quite funnyAnd we al`as laffin` still
But the smell it drives us crackersLike a pig come art` `o` swill.
We stick noses darn our jumpers
and the fan is wafting round
But it all`s `jus`keeps a movin`
round, and, round, and round.
she needs a dose of liversalts
to clear `er system `art
But `ope she tells `t` family
So`s we are not abart.
eee` up she`s a coming
and `er bellies big and round
`cor `t` smell is `art `o` order
and `t` pong is quite profound
She smells wus` than a polecat
and a pig wi` out a snout
It`s time wi` got our bertha
an` chucked `t` bugger out.
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s gray April 20 Its Just Old AgeIts Just old age
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Now ladies and Gents please take a seat
and listen here to me,
Have you ever lost your glasses
and your flippin front door key?
Have you ever put something away
To hide it for safe keepin?
and buggered as where you put it
and everywhere ya peepin.
You turn the house all upside down
and you do a merry dance,
You walk for miles around the place
as from here to bloomin France.
and ya stop ta put the kettle on
`cos your breaking into sigh,
Then you turn for just a minute
and bloody thing`s boiled dry
Have ya ever made a Yorkshire pudding
and put it in ta cook
But cant smell the sweet aroma
so you go to have a look,
You find it in the freezer
accompanied by your purse
Then you are really getting senile
and we all must think the worst.
Please dont tell the doctor
Just carry on each day
`cos as sure as we are sitting here
we will all be dragged away
We gotta stick together
and musn`t fly in rage
It really is just natural
It`s really just old age.
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sylvia gray April 19 Great EntertainersGone But Not Forgotten
Jimmy Handley well that name rings a bell
Were he on the steam locamotion as well?
Didnt he have a lovely daughter called Jen
Who later ran Blue Peter her `sen
Well fat Billy Bunter he were a cad
Eat fit to bust that big belly he had
and Cardew the Cad was he there as well?
He created much storm as far as can tell
What about those Goons weren`t they daft
And sang silly songs and didnt we laugh.
Im walking backwards to Christmas
and
Yingtong Yingtong Yingtong YingtongYingtong tiddle eye pooh
All these people bring back memories
But whats there to do?
We have travelled the road and came up this far
And because they are now gone
We must say ta ta.
 sylvia gray Two Pixiesplease turn on music and video
 TWO PIXIES
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Two Pixies on a Christmas tree
Looked down and rather glum
"It`s boring hanging from this branch
It`s time we had some fun"
So they climbed up to the angel
Next to a silver bell
And proceeded with a chorus
From the carol called noel
.The robin red chirped up "be still"
"Can`t you pixies see
The little baby Jesus
Is asleep beneath the tree".
They looked at one another
And they gave a wicked smile
"We`re really gonna have some fun
For a little while"
So they started the cattle lowing
The baby did awake
They heard the wisemen shouting
"Oh for goodness sake!!!
The lambs they started bleating!
The sheep jumped from their fleece
The donkey brayed "We came in here"
To get some blooming peace".
Joseph jumped up quickly
And stepped on Mary`s toes
She yelled in shock and anger
and punched a wiseman on his nose
The wisemans nose was bleeding
But the ox was there at hand
He lifted the baby from his crib
and stole his swaddling bands.
The lights were flashing on and off
To show their anger too
And Rudolph chased ole Santa
And hit him with a shoe
The baby in the manger shouted with a sob
"Shut up you blooming heatherns!!!
Or I will have a word with God.
I shall only pass this way but once
I never will again
So take heed of what I say
Goodwill and peace to men
As things settled around the tree
With not a single sound to hear
The faery waved her magic wand
and wished the world a Happy New Year.
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s gray
How Daft Is That?How Daft Is That?
Hey Gladys can yer see me glasses
I had them a while ago?
I put the chuffers down for a sec
Because I had to go.
I left em on the table
next to the chuffin light
I bet they`re there
down side of chair
So I searched with all me might.
I pulled out some frilly britches
and a dilapitated bra
and a rather old piece of paper money
that brought memories from afar
I found a silver threepenny bit
And a florin of the past
and a couple of great big penny coins
yes they were made to last.
A tanner next was brought to sight
and a fag as stale as hell
and a packet of caps that didn`t explode
and a dead spider that made me yell
I stumbled on so many things
in my treasure chest that day
I spent 4 hours a searching
and couldn`t pull away.
Gladys said dad `you are a mad un`
and yer brain it must be dead
`cos those glasses you were looking for
Are sittin on yer head
but so glad I lost them for a while
and memories came to pass
and me glasses sat upon me head
I` feel a right silly arse
Now I`ve a scab on back of hand
And my fingers swollen and fat
All because I lost me glasses
Tell me `How Daft is That`?
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sylvia gray April 14 Give Me PeaceGive me Peace
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I was taking a stroll without me Master
Not clapped up in lead and chains
Then a noise it drove me crackers
And it nearly blew me brains.
Hey You!!! I started barking
"Give me a peaceful stroll"!!
I started out all happy
Now I`m feeling kinda droll".
Noisy bugger! `nuff to wake the dead
Get real and give us a break
And let me walk in peace dear man
and Calm for goodness sake.
And as I walked away from him
as he stopped to voice defend
I said "and peeece on you sir"
My noisy human friend.
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sylvia gray The Lovely Haze Of Summer DaysThe Lovely Haze of Summer Days
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 What is this thing with summerThat people think so nice,
Why dont they forget the birds and bees
We always pay the price.....
 With crying kids that fight all day
and barking bloody dogs
And people lighting bonfires
 There most unrespectful sodsMe washing hanging on the line
All bleached and looking fine
Then up blows smoke like Indians....
 They do it all the time
And Old Joe blogs who lives next door
Who I really think is queer
He loves to shout so at his wife
Because he dont have no beer.....
 And all the cats that walk the streets
 In my garden park their arseAnd doing what comes naturally
Just when I want to mow the grass.
And bloody workman shifting gravel
to make there driveway nice
I told them to skidaddle
Because the noise is deafening and aint nice.
 And what about those ice cream vans
That tinkle all the day with lots of
Screaming children following in its way.
And lawnmowers grinding up the grass
And drills that make you cringe
Like scraping chalk on old blackboard
Our peaceful rights infringe...
 I think I`ll shut my windows
as smoke is is coming in
And start dreaming of those cosy nights
 That only winter can bring.... ©
sylvia gray
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