David Lewis Paget Poems

I had given up on Holly, since the time,
(When rather jolly) , she had
Leapt between the covers of
My friend, Rick Barnard's bed.
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‘Why the commotion now, my love?
You cry at the breaking dawn,
The dog's asleep in his kennel still
Though the cock has crowed for the morn;
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When I was seven, or maybe eight
My father left when my mother died,
He said he'd take me when he came back,
He said he would, but my father lied!
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I saw her first by the apple tree
Where she picked the ripe red fruit,
Her auburn hair in a twisted coil
And a crinoline to suit,
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They had briefed us out by Sirius
Before the stellar war
When the Rogons and Teresans
Blasted atoms at the core;
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The house had stood in the forest since
The passing of George the Third,
Ivy clung to the western wall,
The pillars were cracked and scarred,
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The Dad was dour, his face was sour
When he came home from the pit,
He looked like a furnace stoker but
That wasn't the half of it…
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Edgar woke as the bedside clock
Chimed in with a spate of news,
The Greens were jumping through hoops again
At the culling of Kangaroos,
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The sky was grey on that fateful day,
The sun was going down,
I made my way through a field of hay
To the cottage of Elspeth Brown.
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On the thirteenth day of the seventh month
Big Max came into town,
He came with a clutch of plans, he said,
We'd be ‘mad to turn him down! '
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