John Carter Brown Poems

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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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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If only I could bend like I used to,
If only I could see through the gloom,
If only my joints would behave themselves
As I walk to my chair 'cross the room;
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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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There are no set dates for the summer
Or for autumn, or winter, or spring,
We know they've arrived as we feel them,
It's part of the joy of the thing.
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Remembrance Day morning on Radio 2
November eleventh request:
Two minutes of silence again, if you please
For the fallen, and don't you protest!
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I'm not bothered by
How many points I get,
I'm not looking for
Hearts or stars or things
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Today I saw my Grandson
His head was in a muddle
He messed around until he slipped
And fell into a puddle;
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Roses are red
Violets are blue
Today you're eleven
That's nine add on two.
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A hot-headed girl named Lorraine
Once stood, with no hat, in the rain;
She shouldn't have oughta
But said that the water
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