H E Alexander

We walked along
through evening hills,
one hand beheld one hand
and talked in the shadows
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From there atop our Christmas tree
she sits each year for you and me,
her angel eyes have watched and seen
the making of our Yuletide scene.
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Davy Bucket lost a pocket
from off his best suit trews,
he searched there, and everywhere,
but could not find any clues.
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There is just one question of you I pry:
if, should we never have met before
and shared our lives through richer or poor,
would you marry me now for sure?
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A lemur named Rick from Berwick,
Wrote a poem of five lines with a Bic,
It rhymed A A B B A,
Which he thought was OK,
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There once was a chorister named Doris,
Who met a florist, Maurice Norris,
They had intimate fun,
Till her oven cooked a bun,
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Harriet, who liked to be called Harri,
At forty, thought she oughta marry,
She'd sooner top herself,
Than be left on the shelf,
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When did I become me?
Can I blame my parents for the genes
or their love, lack of, or guidance?
Was it the pressure of my peers in my teens?
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Davy Bucket's spouse - nigh tall as a house -
was called Pearly to foe and to friend,
though Chelsea born, her ties were torn,
when she married into the East End!
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Young Pip Bucket signed a contract
to play for West Ham U,
but when he was due to get his debut
the lad went and got the flu!
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The distance we cover 'tween life and death
is spanned o'er so short a time;
thus, we need to make our reason rhyme
before we breathe our last of breath.
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Yuletide, O Yuletide,
sweet, loving time of the year,
when kindred joins hands and
a mother's kind hand
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Davy Bucket bought a ticket
to see a wooden puppet show,
'twas deep midwinter and he got a splinter
as Pinocchio's wooden nose grew!
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Ratchet Snotcatcher had a little dog.
a furry hairball of black, wiry wool
and, indeed, when came down a heavy fog,
you really could not see him clearly at all!
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Duchess Bucket licked a stamp and stuck it
on an important letter to the King,
with a nice letterhead, the missive read:
"I will marry your first offspring.
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When Halfie Pepys was but a wee boy,
he wondered what he'd be when too big for his toys,
(though really "too big" he would never be,
for he would grow no taller than four foot three!)
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No sentence has been passed on me,
No jailer have I to detain me here,
No sturdy lock to prevent my leave,
Yet there's no escape; I can go nowhere.
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Bamber is a frisky cat
He's only got one eye,
He lost the other in a roof-top brawl
With an ugly, flea-bitten guy.
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Darkness, that's all there is left here,
No, nothing; nothing to live for.
You, who cannot see through your tears;
There is no light left anymore.
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The fallow fields of empty dreams
engulf my mind with barren schemes,
drying my thoughts like arid streams.
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