John Wathen Poems

I am a poor old fairy,
from the top of the christmas tree.
And as you enjoy yourselves this Christmas,
spare a thought for me.
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Not all cats are fat cats,
some are thin and lean.
Some have eyes of deepest brown,
while others eyes are green.
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When we first met,
I loved you red.
Fire and passion in my bed.
With passing years,
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How often can you put on a brave face?
Because this one is wearing thin.
This mask of indifference I'm showing,
is slowly crumbling in.
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Sitting in the cafe,
with a cup of tea and pie,
Looking at the car park,
gazing at the sky.
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Its been told in lots of stories,
even written down in verse,
that in a Hedgehog v Cortina fight,
the hedgehog comes off worse.
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I want to be an Essex driver
and drive my car so fast
and leave others in my slipstream
as I go tearing past
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There will be no sex for me at Christmas,
I'm sleeping on the floor.
Uncle Ken will be in my bed,
and the kids are in next door.
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Along the boulevard of broken dreams
The scattered starlets lie,
the casting couch as cast them out
and left their dreams to die.
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I suffer from that seasonal disorder,
you know Winter bothers me.
I hate the sight
when you come home at night
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