Graeme Williams Poems

The weather's wet, and skies are grey,
I wish I could just stay in bed,
But I must go to work today,
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In farmers' fields the lovers go,
Sneak, hand in hand, where crops do grow,
Take off their clothes; together lie,
To kiss and touch beneath the sky,
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There once was a gold digging rat,
Who married for money, so that,
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Most revellers have long since fled,
And I, alone, am out of bed,
Walking the streets so still and dead,
The night belongs to cats.
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With all of our technology,
And experts in biology,
There's one thing that still puzzles me.
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It's Friday night, just gone midnight
And kicking-out time in the town.
As I sit watching from my car,
Deserted pavements teem with life,
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