Peter (Prof) Fox Poems

The populace went to the polls
It was May and their hearts were all light
They would kick out all the old crooks
The new lot would make everything right
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What does the cracking of ice cubes mean to a rifleman sat in a pub?
Nothing! That's what. It's another man's life out there waiting alone in the mud.
And what does a drip down the neck mean to a rifleman prone in a scrape?
A tickle reminds him of fear creeping in under the cape.
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By Billy Birdbath

I wandered lonely as a clown
That vaults on high for children's thrills
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A journey that's made for the last time
Is poignant with thoughts of time past
Of people of moments of pictures
Sad to think this time is the last
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Note: The blurb for G.A. Evan's book 'Poems with prefaces for Padstow, Petersfield, Poland and Pewsham' says he is 'hailed as the new Betjeman'

The gas was on in the Institute,
The light was on in the shack,
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I'm new to this sort of thing
there's lots to carry and bring.
I've got some brass tacks for the sails
And a flap for the cat-o-nine-tails
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Shall I compare thee to a lump of clay
Thou art more stupid and more ignorant
Tough skin do shape your hollow cheeks of grey
And mummer's grease no youth shall grant
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The ploughboy plods behind his horse
To keep the ploughshare in its course
The sun and rain draw up the grain
What is buried will rise again
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Fred and Nemo don't go far, they have nowhere to go.
They're stuck inside the paddock trotting to and fro.
'Till one day they got fed up and started off the show:
It's a day we all remember: - The Broads Green Rodeo.
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