David Lewis Paget Poems

She asked me how she had come to me
On a sunny afternoon,
She couldn't remember anything,
Her memories had flown.
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The Lady Mary had locked the door
And called the scullery maid,
The Boots was called and the Footman,
So they thought they were being paid,
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I was sat in a Tavern in Pompey Town,
Sipping a tipple of rum,
When I watched a Jack make an axe attack,
Chop off his finger and thumb!
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Nadine was naïve when she came to me,
So innocent, fresh and sublime,
I found that I had to pinch myself
When she told me she was mine.
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We were swept up onto this rocky coast
By a storm in '93,
There were thirteen passengers and crew
And a stowaway, that's me!
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She didn't look awfully well that day
Though she never would make a fuss,
I said we should get to the hospital
That I'd travel with her on the bus.
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The sun had not even risen when
Delaney opened his eyes,
To colours, bent through a prism, and
Rotating there in the skies.
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Is it God out there in the woods tonight
Or some weird, unhallowed troll,
Uprooting trees in the scorching breeze
With a dread that shreds my soul,
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Some once called him a Grand Old Man,
Others called him a slime,
You couldn't get a consensus that
Was even, all the time,
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It was threatening rain for a week or more
It was always threatening rain,
The Weather Bureau was always sore
When the threatening rain never came.
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