George Stanworth Poems

A knock on the door was a pleasant surprise
until I saw who it was and out popped my eyes.
There on a chair was a frozen fish finger
doing an impression of its favourite singer.
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One letter makes a difference to a word as we all know.
I would never trust an Editor who mixed up 'Sew' with 'Sow'.
A 'Lollipup' would be obscene, a pack of 'Sweats' disgusting.
A lunchtime 'Cornish Nasty' - Well that's not one I'm trusting!
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Warmer than a Sheep Dog hug,
or soulfulness rolled in a rug;
dancing, dizzy, Dulux joy,
twinkles like a thrilling toy.
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We stayed in a holiday cottage,
where the sun shone like a torch.
The cottage had a swimming pool,
and a princess looking porch.
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"Why are your hands dirty?
Wash them now inside."
"Mum, I have been busy,
making insect pies."
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Now Government's need revenue,
that really is a fact;
to pay for schools, and hospitals,
(or moats, and things like that.)
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​We met.
You wept.
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I spent my adolescence writing lots of teenage angst
through poetry, and stuck with it, despite it being pants.
I've been to Open Mic nights, and risen through the ranks.
I don't get heckled quite so much, and even get some thanks.
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