John Carter Brown Poems

A dog, a cat, a bird, a bat,
They all lived in a sailors hat;
One day he said 'I'll throw you out, '
He did, they fell
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I can't find my jumper
It's more than belief,
And causing me nothing
But headache and grief;
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I'm taking a walk
down Swan Meadow road;
I'm older and wiser than when
I last came this way,
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The soil is saturated
in our Islands now, it's bad;
It's quite the wettest January
that we've ever had;
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I miss the sound of whistling
You don't hear it much these days;
Streets seem full of people
Who have lost those whistling ways.
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Green is the carpet that covers the hill
White is the sheep who is eating his fill,
Blue is the curtain that hangs overhead
Black is the darkness that's better not said.
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There is a young lass named Fiona
She's shy and a bit of a loner;
So to put her at ease
Help her confidence, please,
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Today I have banished my bob-cap
To a hook, in the room 'neath the stair;
It's been a good friend all the winter,
But now it's not needed to wear.
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I now look once again to sleep
And all attendant dreams;
Where all is false and formless
Where naught is what it seems;
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The telephone is melting
The wife's been on all day;
I need to get a call made
But don't know how to say.
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