Short Oakley Poems

Octavious Oakley
of Bermondsey
Painted many a rustic scene
with gypsies the main theme...

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   She's magisterial material
   Though she's not on a box of cereal
     'Tomorrow' she's sung
     Her curly locks stun
   Annie Oakley (Cortez) ~ imperial...

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she was homely and plain
Buffalo Bill dressed her poster up, pretending pretty
the men would not come to watch her shoot
if they knew the truth about Annie Oakley...

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Annie Oakley was quite a good marksman,
And it's actually how she met her husband.
She'd astound heads of state,
And even her mate,
She couldn't be beat as a marksman....

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a little girl with braids a-flyin
a stick pony without a head
righting the wrongs of childhood
when others don't play along

I rope my brother, tie him down
make him the bad guy, make him frown
he's not that happy, playin my game
Annie Oakley, runs away
before he can tell mom

I grew up, put Annie aside
forgot about her for a very long time
now that I go to the range and shoot
Annie has returned 
once again to right the wrongs
Annie has returned...

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I’m getting older and I’m getting fat,
My memory needs repairing and my bones are stiff
My feet are getting flatter and my bum is sagging down 
The lines are becoming groovier and my veins are standing out
So I shall  dream of:
Warm bones and perfect health
The colours of the rainbow
And a nice cup of tea –
Or maybe:
A Lamborghini and a pink silk scarf
Oakley shades and big red lips
A dark brown-eyed lover serenading me
Only thing I’d need is some energy...

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