Marilyn Shepperson Poems

Vodka on a Friday
Brandy is for Saturday
Whisky on a Sunday
Gin is for Monday
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The night was cold, so very cold
And the stars shone like hard, bright diamonds
A wicked frost arose, as thick as snow
And its' glinting matched the stars
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I've more yesterdays, than tomorrows
My hair is completely grey
My joints ache in the cold and wet
And I don't hear as well as I used to
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Though the tiny stream still runs
The same old route, under child-sized bridges
That will soon crumble into the water
The trees spread their branches, where they will
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Long, long ago and far, far away
Built on a cliff, next to the sea
Was a glorious city, fabulously wealthy
With marvellous gardens, tall trees
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If there's a brotherhood of man
Where are we in that
Is there a sisterhood of women
And considering that no matter
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'Twas Christmas Eve, when he died
But when the beam of light descended
The frightened soul refused to pass on
And the way to Paradise closed
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In their tricorn hats and black masks
With silver buckes on their shoes
A sharp cutlass by their sides
On a fine, strong horse
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Born from an egg, like all living things
I'm as ugly as sin when I crawl from my shell
Yet I grow up to be most stately
Protected by the crown
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I find what it is, I'm after
Extend my canines; sink them deep
Taste the blood; enjoy the feeling
Until my victim screams, 'Enough'
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