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Marie Greenhalgh Poem
I like to hear people say 'naughty but nice'
With a nod and a wink, that's so true
Just always be sure to take your own advice
Be naughty, be nice, but be YOU
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Marie Greenhalgh Poem
My name is xxxxxx
I arrived in June
One night whilst the cow jumped over the moon
I am vegan, loyal, afraid and brave
The Sister of one and that’s it for me
I’m the lover of no-one but what will be , will be
I stand up for myself
Whilst I sit on my shelf
I feel broken, lost and lonely most of the time
I fear death and isolation, being a victim of crime
I would love to see animals being treated with respect
After all they are innocent and incredibly perfect
I daily feel their fear, and their isolation
They deserve a much better and wholesome reputation
I work hard for my pay without thanks or reward
Are we put on this earth to work so hard ?
I live in England, it’s not so proud anymore
Why do I stay here ? , I’m not at all sure
I dream of Paris, Provence and New York
Continental salads and fancy wine corks
But I follow the crowds and I go the right way
I am xxxxxx and I will have ‘my day’
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Marie Greenhalgh Poem
Mavis and Gladys from Eskimo Street
Were having a good old blether
When the doors of the food bank opened
And everyone pushed in together
Mavis fancied some powdered mash
And Gladys a tin of beans
They didn’t want to be there
But they were living beyond their means
There was panic at the food bank
The tins were flying off the shelves
The girls had to be so careful
That they didn’t hurt themselves
Gladys couldn’t find the beans
So she just took this and that
Mavis got her powdered mash
But then someone stole her hat
There was panic at the food bank
There were so many people there
Gladys was angry about the beans
She thought it quite unfair
Mavis saw some biscuits
That her hubby might enjoy
He was a pain and he got on her nerves
But she often treated the old boy
Gladys searched for cat food
That was handy to get
Her cat ate more than she did
He was a greedy little pet
There was panic at the food bank
Things were getting quite feisty
It couldn’t be helped as times were hard
And food is very pricey
Hands were reaching everywhere
Grabbing what they might
But the girls weren’t empty-handed
They took everything in sight
They were getting in the swing now
The elbows were coming out
And if anyone got in the way
They received a timely clout
Tins of fruit, tins of custard
And pilchards for the cat
The girls had gone quite feral
No time for pleasant chitchat
Arms full and bags bursting
They made their way to the door
It was hanging on its hinges
It was almost on the floor
The girls regained their dignity
Like a pair of Satisfied Queens
As they walked to way Gladys was heard to say
‘Shame about the beans’
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Marie Greenhalgh Poem
I've heard people say 'naughty but nice'
I agree that's very true
Just be sure to take your own advice
Be naughty, be nice, but be YOU
Copyright © Marie Greenhalgh | Year Posted 2021
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Marie Greenhalgh Poem
The moon seems to smile
while I admire her glare
But it is a he or she
Shining way up there ?
Well there is a 'Miss Moon'
I'm pretty sure of that
or is the man in the moon
Laughing whilst tipping his hat
Surely she is too delicate
To not be of the fairer sex
Or have I angered the man up there
Leaving him most perplexed
The moon is quite magnificent
And as beautiful as a rose
Quite possibly a gentle lady
Or gentleman I suppose
What matter most is that it's there
Like a beacon in the sky
Showing us there is always hope
When no hope seems nearby
It shows itself
For our delight
And brightens up
The darkest night
So Miss moon or man
I don't mind at all
As long as that orb of beauty
is seen and treasured by all
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Marie Greenhalgh Poem
Child of mine who never came,
I chose your clothes, I chose your name
You would have been clever
And much loved forever
With trips to the seaside
Happy and bright-eyed
Fun in the park
Cuddles in the dark
A lifetime of fun
Could never be done
It wasn't mean to be
No motherhood for me
But i know you are there
Somewhere..
And one day we will meet
Arms open we will greet
Child of mine I'll see you
Up there in the blue
And we'll do the things we should have done
My daughter, My son
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