Francesca Johnson Poems

You WILL work till you're 70,
all you sloggers.
My government can't afford
to pay you a pension,
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I've heard it said
that you have to fall in the water
ninety seven times
before you're a REAL boater.
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Us boaters
have the knack
of drowning
inanimate objects
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She's having a party,
a party for one.

The cake sits there
...

It's quarter to nine.

It's ALWAYS quarter to nine.
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Lord Ledgie, paintbrush bristling in his hands
Introduces himself,
“You can call me Ledgie, John or anything you like
but I’m known as Lord Ledgie, ” he says.
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It's eating you,
beating you
into submission,
soaking
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I'm doing pennants.
Multi-coloured and
blowing in the wind.
It's a Tring thing.
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'It's everlasting' he said.
'Its glow will last forever.'

That's clever!
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You don’t want to talk to Old Ted!
He has a bite almost as ferocious as his Rottweiler.
People give him a wide berth as they pass
His rotting old narrowboat,
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