Allan James Saywell Poems

There were two Soccer teams
They were Irish and were called
The Orange and the Green
But alas, every time they played
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Witches have broom's
When i a child
Mother's had broom's
Mother's ran with broom's
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I pictured a vase
Full of sunflower
Their colour was yellow
Green brown - White
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He wondered where the fur ball went
When he trod in it by accident
Here puss, puss, puss
Come share some awe and wonderment
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Thank God a table separates
How can one compete with a Holy Spirit
Thank God for scotch
He wondered if she ever defecated
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Beautiful dreamer who wake in the morn
Love and sweet passion, wait here with the dawn
Sounds of the morning, come with the day
Ill' kiss your sweet lips, here in the hay
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Memories are made at Christmas time
Christmas time is memory time
Seasons come, seasons go
Christmas comes just like a thought
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If you awake
Feeling a sense of sad
In the first light of dawn
Just hold your gun
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Anyway, what we had
Happened, yesterday
Today is just another day
Tomorrow will be tomorrow
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The Poet sat at table
He was from the old school
His Pen was poised
Waiting for a Train of thought
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