Joe Hughes Poems

I'd like biceps on my triceps,
Thighs, yes calves like Sly Stallone
But I'm not a body builder,
There's little muscle on my bones.
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I am a simple poem,
It's plain for all to see.
No haiku, limerick or sonnet,
Just simple rhyme for me.
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There was an old woman
Who lived in a shoe.
She had so many children
She didnt know what to do.
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I'm hanging here
All by myself,
A simple, white lightbulb.
The day is bright,
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I will love you
Till Coronation Street's
No longer on the telly.
I will love you
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The Poet tells lifes stories
In fiction or for real,
Rhyming couplets, haikus, free verse -
But words he's got to feel.
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Jimmy Crilly, little brat,
Spits out vomit - dirty rat.
Jimmy Crilly's father's out -
Jimmy Crilly's head to clout!
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The baying mob tells off Catholics
For believing as many do
That the definition of a marriage -
A man, a woman in its carriage,
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(In response to Philip Larkin's 'This Be The Verse')

They love you deeply, your mum and dad,
They really mean to, yes they do.
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They squeeze each penny out of me,
Rid me of my little loot,
Whilst they draw enormous salaries
With large bonuses to boot!
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