jerry hughes Poems

Old Mrs Fancourt, gone to god,
smelt of lavender and wees.
I'm sure she wore those bloomers
that came down to her knees.
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To say I'll miss you?
Words clog the mind
and tighten in my throat.
'Go gentle into that good night'
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I've been asked
why I've stopped writing.
I haven't really
but I haven't felt the need.
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In a matter of hours I step into
my octogenarina decade.
Scary?
You bet your sweet arse,
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Fifteen per cent you'll get a stroke,
five per cent you'll die.
They were my odds, and without
surgery my aneurism would implode
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Aye, joke.
Don't you mean, Jock?
Nooooo, joke.
Why?
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How will I know?
When he turns to face the wall.
Why would he do that?
It's called release, recognition,
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'Coffee, tea or me? '
she asked with a wry smile.
Arms folded accentuating
her cheeky breasts.
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Your beauty, somewhat tarnished now,
still outlines the joyous lass you were
those summers ago, when men stopped
in their tracks just to look at you.
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Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall.
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the kings horses and all the
kings men said;
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