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Rory Hannan Poem
There was a man from Switzerland
Who Lived a life of glitz and glam
He never thought
That he'd get caught
Covering all his bits in jam
Copyright © Rory Hannan | Year Posted 2009
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Rory Hannan Poem
There is a sour sound of lemons screaming
In a Venetian glass bowl on the sill
Each citric fruit sees the sweet thief stealing
But all stand perfectly still
Copyright © Rory Hannan | Year Posted 2009
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Rory Hannan Poem
Im fluent in a language
One that no one else can speak
I can draw the perfect picture
But you're not allowed to see
I can run the fastest mile
I can walk across the sea
I designed the Eiffel Tower
With my Masters PHD
I am the greatest actor
I'm the voice of your tv
Ive performed in every theatre
Even neurosurgery
You can listen to Beethoven
Or any other piano piece
But I'm afraid you're wasting your time
Because no one is as good as me
Copyright © Rory Hannan | Year Posted 2013
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Rory Hannan Poem
Music Festival
Boys in glitter and gold quote the doors
With dreadlocks they beatbox drum and base
A girl balances my friend with her legs
He lies planked above her face
Flags ripple with colour
Cheers wave through the crowd
The clearest pitch of an angel
Embodies my soul with sound
I'm inhibited won't you accompany me
Sunlight replaced by lasers and neon Crucifixes
I lust for a disturbing insatiability
I've become transfixed
Paramedics attend to paralytics
While I unwind I feel
The sleepy sexy wind on my face
And I drift off
Copyright © Rory Hannan | Year Posted 2013
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Rory Hannan Poem
Cindy was really a man
You could tell by the size of her hands
So one day in Bournemouth
She had them both sawn off
But now she can't shave her beard
Copyright © Rory Hannan | Year Posted 2016
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Rory Hannan Poem
There is a lion sleeping in my shed
I dread to think what it's dreaming of
I hope it's not me but my friend Ed
There is more of him to be chewed on
See there aren't many Zebras round these parts
That graze in my garden or near by parks
Next door have a chiwawa that never shuts up
A tasty snack when he wakes up
But for now I'll just let him sleep
Copyright © Rory Hannan | Year Posted 2013
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Some say I’m rather rustic
To carry round a musket
I Fire it at Blue ****
Police ask me for a permit
My paper work's legit
But they still say I’m unfit
I say that’s complete bulls**t
They throw me on the pavement
So I pretend to throw a fit
And twist a little bit
I escape and run for it
And make it with my musket
Copyright © Rory Hannan | Year Posted 2013
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Rory Hannan Poem
On cobbled streets the brawl began
Down Brick Lane in London Town
The back drop of the curry shops
Set the stage for fisty cuffs
The night began as most would plan
A bunch of lads some with wags
Enjoying beers and laddish chants
Heading to a place where we could dance
This normal night fell down hill
When a mate of mine became quite ill
Normally of normal mind
The drunk fool thought he'd be unkind
And rack his heavily buttoned coat over
The bonnet of a passing Sport Range Rover
The 4 by 4 slammed on the breaks
And my friend realised his mistake
Inside this car were 5 hard bastards
And unfortunately none of them were plastered
And if for the driver the plot was not yet lost
When my other mate held his door shut,
It definitely was
At this point all chaos consumed
This tiny street for spicy food.
Copyright © Rory Hannan | Year Posted 2014
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My thoughts are caught on a cattle grid
Tractor tyres rumble over my ideas
The farmer's wife's bosom holds all the secrets
To an emporium of scent and voluptuous spheres
The bell rings for dinner and the daylight dimmers
The cows are a lowing and the z's climb for the clouds
It's night time in the Sussex Downs
Copyright © Rory Hannan | Year Posted 2013
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I woke up with a headache
And the sun in my eyes
Your back was turned to me
And I suddenly realised
That I was someone else
And I had been for years
I'm playing the perfect part
In a movie premiere
I ran out on the landing
Jumped the flight of stairs
No time to brush my teeth
No time to say my prayers
I hit the pavement running
With the sun in my eyes
You might've seen me turn the corner
But I was soon out of sight
You were still there sleeping
With your head in the quilt
I was back minutes later
With the paper and the milk
Copyright © Rory Hannan | Year Posted 2016
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