Francis Duggan Poems

She looked at me in a strange way as by me she walked by
Methought maybe i have an unbuttoned fly
But when i glanced down at my pants all did seem okay
Some people are strange in a strange sort of way.
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There is more to her passion than letting off steam
A laureate of the Dandenong Ranges the poetess supreme
On the suffering of creatures she has much to say
As an animal rights poet Jenny leads the way.
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There is not a hereafter that's how to me it does seem
But last night i did have this terrible dream
That i was in hell and i crying out in pain
With George W Bush and with Saddam Hussein.
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He said I'd be a stranger in Kilcorney now and none there I might know
For I left that place in forty eight more than fifty years ago
And I was only twenty then the years have made me slow
And I show the wear and tear of time my hair as white as snow.
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Though Con Dennehy his proper name we knew him as ''Snowball'
And by nickname he had for years he became known to all
And how his nickname came to him I never did find out
Though some day one may tell to me how snowball came about.
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I've been pondering on stories I've been told the other day
About quiet man Kevin Cuddy and lovely Anna Belle McKay
Some say Anna Belle loves Kevin some say it's the other way
And who to believe or not to is not for me to say.
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'Tis too big to be called a village and 'tis too small to be called a town
But San Remo bordering Phillip Island has it's own just claim to renown
As a place of great natural beauty a ten seconds walk to the sea
A gem in the heart of South Gippsland as most holiday makers agree.
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For World peace and harmony it has been an awful year
From the Cities of Iraq of death each day we hear
To invade other Countries is always a mistake
And gives rise to death and suffering and grieving and heart-break
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In our destiny we do not have a say
For each of us there is a final day
And then we will be gone forever more
But life on Earth goes on from shore to shore,
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The old bloke he has heaps of money but with his money he is mean
And he will not spend his money on comfort and time is against him 'twould seem
It is said that he is worth millions but he counts every penny he spend
But little respect for a miser and he is one without a friend.
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