H E Alexander Poems

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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