John Carter Brown Poems

There is a young lady named Val
Who now I consider, my pal;
Her poems are neat,
Precise, and so sweet
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Who is this strange creation -
'The ordinary man in the street'
How best can we describe him,
What say us if we meet?
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There was an old farmer named Jack
Who's ducks kept refusing to quack;
Then amidst the hysteria
Was found a bacteria
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Take all of the mirrors,
Please take them away,
I don't want to see my face today;
It gives me the jitters
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I want to go to Dreamland
I'm happy when I'm there;
I want no more in Dreamland,
And know, not I, a care.
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Two Jackdaws stand in front of me
Upon their stout black legs,
Staring at my coffee cup
Waiting for the dregs;
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Oh for the days of ginger-beer
The days I hold so very dear;
Still vivid in my memory's eye
Games of hopscotch and eye-spy.
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Whatever is on the old box
It don't matter,
Some people just sit there
Their eyes getting fatter;
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Acrostics can be
Constructed in a complex way, but
Really there's no need.
'Ordinary', or just
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We'll soon be on the move again
Just like we've done before,
Although it won't be far this time:
We're going to live next door!
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