Bunny Baker Poems

My dog is dirty
It’s messed up the floor
I don’t need this hassle
I don’t want any more
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The room looks lonely now
In despair of the nights activity
Bedraggled and covered
With spilt alcohol and ash
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A yellow capped flower dances in the breeze
Which seems strange considering the stillness of the sky
Grass shivers and sways like a shiny green blanket, rippling and ruffled
Chaffinch and rook echo through the tranquillity
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There was a young lady called Rosemary Baker,
It was said she could work yet no-one could make her.

She was pretty, most clever and occasionally flirty
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I never lost my umbrella, nor did she ever lose me.
Misplaced on occasions tho' temporary.

Other brollies have come, but come only to leave.
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What the hell is this I see?
On the first day of the tenancy
It really is a sight to behold
Dirty carpet overrun with mould
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It's 5.01 and the night has blocked out the day
The lemmings leave their luminous buildings
Heading for a happy hour to keep the blues at bay
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She has a fake blue flower in her hair
A lanyard round her neck says ‘I have a twitch'
She says people laugh and call her a witch
I smile and tell her, ‘we are nicer in the northern air'
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I woke up early this morning
With feeling that I’ve never had
There was Nostalgia Pain and Sorrow
I thought that I’d gone mad
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It was a bad lamb and a mad lamb and it wanted a piece of meat
It didn't want any bloody grass like it was supposed to eat
It pulled its lips back in a snarl and bared its herbivorous teeth
And snorted through its nose like some wild and dangerous beast
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