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A STRANGE NEW WORLD by Peter Hegney
I made a funny sound today I don’t know how or why. But when I did a giant person held me to the sky. He too was making funny sound I couldn’t understand, but I made a kind of burping noise when he hit me with his hand. He showed me brown and gooey stuff and tried to make me eat. It looked like stuff the Bow Wow made and smelt like sweaty feet.
He said yumm! Yumm! And dinn dinn’s, and he tried to make me laugh. But I wont fall for that old trick, oh! No I’m not that daft. I know I’m really very small, but I’m learning very quick. The giants come a running, when I cry or when I’m sick. They put a thing called Lolly in my mouth and "Wow!" its great. And they pick me up and cuddle me till late.
There is a time I like the most, When they put away my things. The mummy giant lays me down and to me softly sings. She lays beside me where its soft, and I feel safe and warm. Thank you God for giving me a loving happy home.
I AM A SCARE CROW By Peter Hegney
I am a scare crow "Woo! Waa!" Enter my field if you dare. I wear a dusty cow boy hat to keep in my golden hair. I guard with pride my field of corn in my hat and trousers worn. Standing bold from dusk till dawn crows and rooks beware.
Hey! you flying rat get of my crops, bring back my hat. I am scary Waa! Woo! Ill do terrible things to you. The battle’s won but not the war they’ll come again they’ve been before but ill be here firm and steady scruffy yes but always ready.
NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS . BY PETER HEGNEY
Did I really wear them shoes man did I really wear that hat. Did I really do that chicken dance upon the kitchen mat. Did I really wear that tank top with the red and yellow stars. Did I really travel to the shops inside those bubble cars. Did I really have high shoes like that and trousers quite so wide. Did you really make me wear these things and make me go outside. Why were you so horrible, to me please tell me why. Did I really wear my dads old kipper tie.
Did you really make me sit and watch that program DR Who, And the Clangers and marine boy and captain pugwash too. Did you never think that watching these would warp and twist my mind, and make my school work fall by miles behind. Did I really do the hand jive, at my youth club Christmas dance. When it came to pulling birds,man I just never stood a chance. In my tartan scarf and tartan jeans And tartan coat and hat. The girls would run for miles. At the sight of such a prat.
Did I really bang my head, to heavy rock when I was drunk. And fight with guys with mopeds. And bounce around to punk. My children watch the men in black, and tellie tubbies too. How could I have ever watched Such crap, its just not true. The kids they have no fashion sense and there music has no tune. They might as well be singing on the moon.(That reminds of a song?)
NO I never stayed out late. I never drank no alcohol. I never played loud music. And I never danced at all. I never wore loud clothing and I never wore blue flares. And I certainly never ever had pink and purple hair. Never never never did I do these things you say. Well maybe just a little .but that’s just not allowed today.
THE BLUE FLASH By Peter Hegney
Clickety clack, Clickety clack. Over the fields, Along this track. Iv got to be There, By five past four My whistle blows, My engine roars. Faster and faster, I cannot be late. Wire ahead To close the gates People are waiting, Waiting for me To carry them on, To the hills and the sea. Far in the distance, To family and friends. On important dates, Till who knows when. I come to a halt And open my doors And wait till my driver shouts "ALL ABOARD".
TODAYS THE DAY by Peter Hegney
Today’s the day, it could be me I feel as lucky as can be. Ive got my ticket in my hand Tomorrow I can book the band. The champagne and the caviar A chauffeur and a big fat car Buy a yacht and sail afar. Cos’ today’s the day I win the lottery.
Today’s the day, not long now Seconds away till my final bow A life of bliss and luxury calls "Now lets bring on those lucky balls". My favorite film star.. finger's ready My hands shaking but his are steady. The buttons pressed here they come. Down the tube one by one. Today’s the day I win the lottery.
Today’s the day the first balls out Its number 9...I give a shout. Number 11, 15 too 21, 36 and 42. Here’s the bonus number 7 My lucky number I’m in heaven I check my ticket its feeling hot. Oh! My god I have the lot. "Hurrah!" "Fantastic!" ive got them all. Right the way down to the very last ball. Today’s the day I win the lottery.
My family’s arrived; there’s more than a few To watch me dial the Camelot HQ. One moment Sir, I'll run a check, I'll buy a Ferrari what the heck. "Congratulations" you have won. A share of £15 million. But there are fifteen million claims A record number have the same. You're pay out from the Lottery... Is a staggering £1.50p? (GUTTED) STUCK by PETER HEGNEY
Two Hours iv been waiting, two hours iv been stuck. Among this chain of traffic, between a tractor and a truck. Iv moved a foot in half an hour, and back again in one. I’m sure that soon this traffic cue will move and well be gone.
Three hours iv been waiting three hours iv been stuck. I knew before I left the house I was in for some bad luck. It could have been the mirror that I dropped into the bath. Or the ladder I walked under that was stretched across my path.
Four hours iv been waiting four hours iv been stuck. A tractor in the field outside has sprayed me with its muck. My fuel lights started flashing, my oil lights flashing too If I don’t get too a garage soon I don’t know what ill do.
Five hours iv been waiting five hours iv been stuck. My chewing gum’s lost it’s flavour, my Trebor’s lost it’s suck. The tape deck’s chewed my favorite tape, the radio’s on the blink. The muck that splattered on my car is making quite a stink.
Six hours iv been waiting ,six hours iv been stuck. The bulbs gone on my tail light, the lights blown on the clock. The lorry that had spilled its load has very nearly cleared. There’s an insect on my dashboard and it’s looking at me weird.
Seven hours iv been waiting seven hours iv been stuck. That weird bloody insect has stung me on the neck. Its swelling to an awful size, and stings like burning fire. So I step outside to get some air and I notice a flat tyre.
Eight hours iv been waiting eight hours iv been stuck. The police are coming to help me now, at last some better luck. The road ahead is clear now but behind their at a halt, I raise my hand in disbelief and plead its not my fault.
Nine hours iv been waiting nine hours iv been stuck. I’m waiting by the roadside for the garage breakdown truck. A day like this iv never had, of that I must admit. I take a deep breath count to ten and mumble softly S*?T
Hey!..Did you like my poems? Feel free to mail me your comments.
mailto:peteheggars@supanet.com
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