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>That  Eurovision song contest.

Me telly was on the blink.
Into an early sleep. 
I drugged did sink.
Medical ones I mean.
Not what all of you, just did think.

But looking at the points.
GB did not get.
I think our song. 
Did once more sink

I have worked out the reason why.
All those different people in our land.
Voted for that song.  Not so grand.
So when the time came to judge it so.

They knew the marking would be low.
And bless, it really was, you know.
And on that note I will say no.
And won't be there next year you know.

Then BBC can run our own competition here.
Strictly come Singing, do I hear?
Bet it might be here next year.
And that should fill us full of cheer.

All sat at home drinking our beer.
Which by then will be brewed here.
Dragon copy and paste.
We will have this for
Poems. Some happy, some sad, some to make you glad.  Book 9.

       ooo0ooo

I am sorry.

I always bank some sorrys.
Even if I am not.
Just in case I need some.
So I am in credit, for when I'm not.
Right about what I say.
From dawn, until the end of day.
As no matter what I say.
I have to say, I'm sorry, to someone, every day.
So I have twenty sorrys accredited to me.
I am willing to share them out, with all of thee.
Sorry, sorry, sorry, see there is three.
Now I just have seventeen, left in credit for me.
And I will use them all.  Just you wait and see.
But for now, sorry, that is all from me.
Sixteen left.  I had better go.
Before one more, to the wife does go.
She gets enough of them, you know.
And on that note, I will say, cheerio.

Having just published Poems Some happy, some sad, some to make you glad books 7 and 8 on, ' feedaread,' an internet  publishing site.  I do not believe another book is beginning to take shape. Hope you enjoyed the above two poems which are earmarked  for it.  Only 39 days to the referendum about the EU now.  The reasons  for leaving or staying are beginning to take a  turn for the worse. At least it is only verbal, and how does that saying go? 'Sticks and stones may break my bones, but names will never hurt me.'  Long may it continue, as will the poems of course. Do hope you are all having an enjoyable life. I am now waiting the results of a hip x-ray, hmm, no poem on that yet. Must get my thinking cap on lol. Thought for the day, ' Smile when you tell the doctor your ill. Why? It confuses them of course.' Character  counter is reducing rapidly. So will close for now. Until the next time, so long, farewell, goodbuy nice one Dragon lol<
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