Joe Hughes Poems

I told her that I loved her,
Her body then petite,
In her tight blue sixties tunic,
She was bubbly, slim and neat.
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I've got hammers, some screwdrivers,
I've got wrenches by the score.
I've got screws - Yes, bags of nails,
A hundred hinges for fifty doors.
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She takes her break at half eleven.
She never eats roast beef nor ham.
She wouldn't touch pate nor bacon.
For her it's always strawberry jam.
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They remind me, so much, of their dogs,
Some lanky, some very thick set.
Some so short, some are tall,
Others awfully small,
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Down amongst the cabbages,
In amongst the peas,
Trying to get their five-a-day
To keep the Government pleased.
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Do not post your poem here
Unless you've something worth a say!
You must not waste a space like this,
For space can waste away!
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I'll keep it short,
With lines - just three.
There - I've named it - Brevity!
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Awakened by crowds,
Demanding,
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Won't you look behind this mask,
This hair, these teeth,
This smile so dark!
Won't you delve, make more free -
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I believe in God,
Or do I anymore?
I join my hands in prayer
But what for - I'm not quite sure.
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