Lesley McDade Poems

You are very mischievious, my walking stick,
And love to play on me a trick.
I leave you hanging on the back of my chair,
And when I return I find you are not there.
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Lord Woolf (as he is American) :
Professor Richard Susskind OBE (as he is corrupt) :
The Lord Chancellor (as he is also an American) :
The English Legal System (as it is legally and morally bankrupt) .
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I woke up this morning
Put my big toe out of bed
Tried to raise my head from the pillow
But it was a lump of lead
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Is a genie hiding in my typewriter?
Or a gremlin, or imp, perhaps?
I can see him grinning, the cheeky blighter,
And hear him mock between the taps.
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When I’m lonely, I’m all alone,
A little room or a big one.
Beautiful, rich and well kept four walls
By myself, cold.
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Five past nine, late again
Bus, clock, slept in

Ten Past, breakfast
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My Grandmama has a Teapot House,
A china elephant, and a china mouse.
They are just ornaments on a shelf,
The teapot she never uses herself.
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What a dreary world it would be
If there was no tales of Fantasy!
No Mister Rabbit, no Mister Mouse,
No Fairy Princess, Queen or King,
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Why are you always on your own,
Robin Redbreast, Robin all-alone?
Perched on my fence you sing your song
With bright eyes watching other birds throng
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A graceful movement across the sky,
It is a seagull passing by,
Touch of cream and fawn, orange and brown,
A house sparrow comes flying down.
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