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Brian Cotton Poem
THE HAPPY HOLIDAY CHOCOLATE MONSTER
Her name was Maureen o Leary,
she could not get out of the house,
Her feeder was a man called Timmy,
He was as quiet as a mouse,
She had been bedridden for nearly three years now ,
It took her an hour to raise even a smile ,
Meal times were quite an achievement ,
And usually took quite a while,
Breakfast was two packs of bacon ,
A loaf of bread and two dozen eggs ,
It was Timmy who did all the running ,
No wonder he had such short stumpy legs
Lunchtime was three hours later,
Normally six fish and eight bags of chips,
Timmy would feed her so lovingly ,
Then kiss the grease of her fat hairy lips .
Holidays were never an option
Let’s be honest now where would they go,
Timmy driving round in his camper van ,
Maureen on a trailer in tow,
So their holidays consisted of chocolate,
And they used quite a lot I can say ,
A van brought it round in the morning ,
Then she consumed it all through the day
For a treat Tummy would bathe her in chocolate ,
Then lick it all off her skin,
Paying particular attention
To the pool that formed in her chin ,
This went on for some time
till her heart gave up from the strain ,
They tried but they could not budge her ,
so she was melted and poured down the drain
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Brian Cotton Poem
Bark at the Moon
They tell me that I’m in here cos I, not very well,
If the medicine is working ,don’t think I can tell,
I hope I aint here long, cos I don’t think it’s fair ,
So I sit on my bed and pull out my hair ,
Talk to strange people that are not really there ,
My wife keeps on phoning and says are you coming home soon,
And I say to be honest ,I think I’ll just stay here,
And bark at the Moon
The walls in my room are exceptionally white,
And the light in my room is exceptionally bright,
Sometimes I panic and start to self-harm ,
But the Doctors soon cure that with a shot in the arm,
My neighbors are noisy and make such a racket ,
But I can’t bang on the walls because of my jacket,
I begged for the doctor to let me out soon ,
But he just laughed and said bark at the Moon,
My wife doesn’t come now ,she corresponds by post ,
don’t get many letters one a month at most
Its gone on for so long now don’t think I can cope ,
So I managed to get me a nice piece of rope ,
The doctor came in and saw me hanging down ,
Then turned to the nurse with an irritated frown ,
Best get a knife and cut him down soon ,
But I wish I could leave him to bark at the moon…
Copyright © Brian Cotton | Year Posted 2018
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