Sheena Blackhall Poems

I am a walking pharmacy
Bendroflumethiazide
It stops fluid retention
My pill policeman inside
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It sat upon a tray on the trestle table
The pièce de resistance of the meal, the center piece
A wild boar's head, well roasted
An apple in its mouth
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The Vegetarian Drools
Beetroot mousse piquant
Prunes stroganoff, Dutch rarebit
Turnips on horseback, cheese
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Baby steps, from cot to grave
Aneurin Bevan's great success
Free healthcare for young and old
Happy Birthday NHS
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The Dictatorial Moon
Without so much as a by-your-leave
The moon appears in the sky
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A Gype
A gype fa thocht he wis Neptune
Wi a harpoon spear in his haun
Catched a muckle fish wi an ugsome mug
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With dirty laundry high's a weather vane
And nothing fresh to wear next to the skin
Our washing machine decided to abstain
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Odd's Blood! Old bones walk slowly, power gone
Once I could turn a cartwheel in the sun
Our world is wounded. Can it still recover?
Within a woodland, I am All-in-one
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If my husband was more like my father
My, he'd be a wonderful man
For nothing was too much trouble
For the head of the family clan
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Bunk, buggy, hammock
Mattress, cot and crib
Cat net keeps bairn hid
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