Francis Duggan Poems

Love is not all sunshine and roses as some like to say
The father of her baby daughter is not with her today
He left her in the lurch when his wild oats he had sown
And the child he helped to create she must raise on her own
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People kill foxes because their fowl they does eat
But humans as well enjoy eating fowl meat
But most people will tell you that this is not wrong
As if to humans alone the right to eat other life forms belong
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Far from the big city there is a country town
That is known by the nickname of Pants Slipping Down
An apt nickname one might say that is known far and wide
Since the majority of the males who live there have a skinny backside
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His nouns and verbs and adjectives are perfect Mr Grandiloquent
And on those who spell poorly his verbal pleasure he does vent
His rather posh wife similar to him on every way
That in life the like minded find each other does seem true to say
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You may not be a well known celebrity an individual of Worldwide fame
One who is looked up to by many and so many know you by name
You are seen as an ordinary person in your ordinary side of town
Not one who is seen as important and even a stranger to local renown
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With many of us human beings why is it always this way
That we do worry of us what others does say
Though we harm nobody or are not guilty of any crime
On trying to impress others we spend so much of our time
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The seeds of knowledge slow to grow
The more I learn I come to know
That I do know little I do realize
This in itself is not a surprise
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A long way south even as the migratory bird fly of Clara's old brown rugged hill
In my mind I only hear today the babble of the Claraghatlea rill
In the flat fields damp and rushy flowing to the river night and day
On it's journey out of Duhallow to the saltwater shore far away
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John Clare of Helpston the great poet of the English countryside
Wrote of a badger who was beaten with sticks by men and was savaged by a pack of dogs and died
A small creatures who was outnumbered by men and dogs and was without a friend
Against all odds who put up a valiant battle to the end
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Sean and Mary's six young Australorp black roosters in beauty does not lack
Beautiful red combs and feathers so shiny and black
But most roosters are born to die young as everyone should know
And in their wired pen in the backyard they are on death row
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