John Wathen

John Wathen Poems

I am a poor old fairy,
from the top of the christmas tree.
And as you enjoy yourselves this Christmas,
spare a thought for me.
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2.

Not all cats are fat cats,
some are thin and lean.
Some have eyes of deepest brown,
while others eyes are green.
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When we first met,
I loved you red.
Fire and passion in my bed.
With passing years,
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Said the Cat to the Mouse ' will you come to my house and join me in some tea'?
Said the Mouse to the Cat ' if I did that, I'm afraid that your tea would be me'.
'Oh no! ' said the Cat ' I would'nt do that, I'm not completely lacking in feeling'.
'I have some fresh bread and jam, a nice piece of ham, and a cup of the finest Darjeeling'.
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I want to be an Essex driver
and drive my car so fast
and leave others in my slipstream
as I go tearing past
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Its been told in lots of stories,
even written down in verse,
that in a Hedgehog v Cortina fight,
the hedgehog comes off worse.
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How often can you put on a brave face?
Because this one is wearing thin.
This mask of indifference I'm showing,
is slowly crumbling in.
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Sitting in the cafe,
with a cup of tea and pie,
Looking at the car park,
gazing at the sky.
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I know you will never love me,
you know I'll always care.
I know in times of trouble,
you know I will be there.
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10.

If they took away the sunshine,
I could replace it with your smile.

If they took away the starlight,
...

Some people think that the cure for all ills,
is a tumbler of scotch and a handful of pills.
Others swear to end your life,
you need a nice hot bath and a good sharp knife,
...

12.

What can you do if you lose
my trust?
What can be done if you abuse
my trust?
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I suppose that strictly speaking,
pigs can't really fly,
and you 'd never get a camel
through a needles eye.
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I can't stand the cold, cold winter.
The rain. The sleet. The snow.
I need the sun upon my back,
so its towards the South I go.
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I am a local hero,
my exploits are world wide.
When our team won the F.A. Cup,
I was the captain of the side.
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Mr. average Englishman is racist,
he doesn't mean to be.
Its just that he feels so superior,
to people like you and me.
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On the battlefield of love you captured me.
You chained my desires and tore apart my soul.
In dungeons you imprisoned my spirit.
In solitary confinement, you tortured me,
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Look at me with my new TV,
Sky H.D.
So all can see,
I leave my curtains open.
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Your mind is deep,
my body's weak,
you mine my very soul.
You raise in me feelings
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John Wathen Biography

I was born in a little mining town in South Wales quite a few years ago. I started writing poetry when I was about 17.Some of my poems are very personal, covering events in my life while others I hope, are humourous.I'm never going to be a Poet Laureate but as long as I enjoy writing them who cares.My approach to poetry is simple, I believe that the vast majority of people are frightened by the language a lot of poets use. Poets who seemed to have swallowed a dictionary and use words that most people have never heard of and certainly would never use. I try to keep my poems simple so people find them easy to read. I welcome any comments good, bad or indifferent. R J Wathen)

The Best Poem Of John Wathen

Christmas Fairy

I am a poor old fairy,
from the top of the christmas tree.
And as you enjoy yourselves this Christmas,
spare a thought for me.
While you are having a jolly time,
with your presents from Santa's sack.
I'm stuck six foot in the air,
with a pine tree up my crack.

John Wathen Comments

Crystal Conroy 12 April 2018

I was searching for another family member who wrote poetry when I came across this page. I am now wondering if this John Wathen is also a member of my family tree. Could you tell me who the parents are of John Wathen?

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