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Here are a few of my own poems i hope you enjoy them. |
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A STRANGE NEW WORLD |
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by Peter Hegney |
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I made a funny sound today |
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I don?t know how or why. |
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But when I did a giant person held me to the sky. |
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He too was making funny sound I couldn?t understand, |
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but I made a kind of burping noise when he hit me with his hand. |
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He showed me brown and gooey stuff and tried to make me eat. |
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It looked like stuff the Bow Wow made and smelt like sweaty feet. |
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He said yumm! Yumm! And dinn dinn?s, and he tried to make me laugh. |
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But I wont fall for that old trick, oh! No I?m not that daft. |
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I know I?m really very small, but I?m learning very quick. |
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The giants come a running, when I cry or when I?m sick. |
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They put a thing called Lolly in my mouth and ;Wow! its great. |
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And they pick me up and cuddle me till late. |
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There is a time I like the most, When they put away my things. |
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The mummy giant lays me down and to me softly sings. |
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She lays beside me where its soft, and I feel safe and warm. |
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Thank you God for giving me a loving happy home. |
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I AM A SCARE CROWBy Peter Hegney |
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I am a scare crow Woo! Waa! |
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Enter my field if you dare. |
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I wear a dusty cow boy hat |
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to keep in my golden hair. |
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I guard with pride my field of corn |
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in my hat and trousers worn. |
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Standing bold from dusk till dawn |
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crows and rooks beware. |
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Hey! you flying rat |
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get of my crops, bring back my hat. |
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I am scary Waa! Woo! |
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Ill do terrible things to you. |
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The battle?s won but not the war |
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they?ll come again they?ve been before |
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but ill be here firm and steady |
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scruffy yes but always ready. |
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NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS. BY PETER HEGNEY |
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Did I really wear them shoes man |
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did I really wear that hat. |
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Did I really do that chicken dance |
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upon the kitchen mat. |
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Did I really wear that tank top |
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with the red and yellow stars. |
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Did I really travel to the shops |
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inside those bubble cars. |
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Did I really have high shoes like that |
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and trousers quite so wide. |
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Did you really make me wear these things |
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and make me go outside. |
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Why were you so horrible, |
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to me please tell me why. |
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Did I really wear my dads old kipper tie. |
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Did you really make me sit |
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and watch that program DR Who, |
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And the Clangers and marine boy |
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and captain pugwash too. |
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Did you never think that watching these |
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would warp and twist my mind, |
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and make my school work fall by miles behind. |
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Did I really do the hand jive, |
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at my youth club Christmas dance. |
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When it came to pulling birds,man |
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I just never stood a chance. |
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In my tartan scarf and tartan jeans |
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And tartan coat and hat. |
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The girls would run for miles. |
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At the sight of such a prat. |
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Did I really bang my head, |
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to heavy rock when I was drunk. |
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And fight with guys with mopeds. |
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And bounce around to punk. |
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My children watch the men in black, |
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and tellie tubbies too. |
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How could I have ever watched |
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Such crap, its just not true. |
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The kids they have no fashion sense |
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and there music has no tune. |
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They might as well be singing on the moon.(That reminds of a song?) |
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NO I never stayed out late. |
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I never drank no alcohol. |
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I never played loud music. |
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And I never danced at all. |
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I never wore loud clothing |
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and I never wore blue flares. |
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And I certainly never ever had pink and purple hair. |
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Never never never did I do these things you say. |
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Well maybe just a little .but that?s just not allowed today. |
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THE BLUE FLASH By Peter Hegney |
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Clickety clack, |
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Clickety clack. |
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Over the fields, |
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Along this track. |
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Iv got to be There, |
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By five past four |
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My whistle blows, |
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My engine roars. |
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Faster and faster, |
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I cannot be late. |
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Wire ahead |
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To close the gates |
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People are waiting, |
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Waiting for me |
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To carry them on, |
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To the hills and the sea. |
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Far in the distance, |
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To family and friends. |
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On important dates, |
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Till who knows when. |
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I come to a halt |
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And open my doors |
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And wait till my driver shouts |
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ALL ABOARD |
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TODAYS THE DAY by Peter Hegney |
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Today?s the day, it could be me |
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I feel as lucky as can be. |
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Ive got my ticket in my hand |
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Tomorrow I can book the band. |
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The champagne and the caviar |
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A chauffeur and a big fat car |
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Buy a yacht and sail afar. |
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Cos? today?s the day I win the lottery. |
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Today?s the day, not long now |
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Seconds away till my final bow |
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A life of bliss and luxury calls |
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Now lets bring on those lucky balls |
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My favorite film star.. finger's ready |
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My hands shaking but his are steady. |
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The buttons pressed here they come. |
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Down the tube one by one. |
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Today?s the day I win the lottery. |
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Today?s the day the first balls out |
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Its number 9...I give a shout. |
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Number 11, 15 too 21, 36 and 42. |
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Here?s the bonus number 7 |
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My lucky number I?m in heaven |
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I check my ticket its feeling hot. |
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Oh! My god I have the lot. |
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Hurrah!Fantastic!ive got them all. |
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Right the way down to the very last ball. |
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Today?s the day I win the lottery. |
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My family?s arrived; there?s more than a few |
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To watch me dial the Camelot HQ. |
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One moment Sir, I'll run a check, |
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I'll buy a Ferrari what the heck. |
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Congratulations you have won. |
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A share of £15 million. |
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But there are fifteen million claims |
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A record number have the same. |
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You're pay out from the Lottery... |
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Is a staggering £1.50p? |
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(GUTTED) |
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Feel free to mail me your comments. |
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phegney@madasafish.com.com |
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