Roger McGough

(November 9 - 1937 / Liverpool / England)

Roger McGough
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McGough was born in Litherland, Lancashire, to the north of Liverpool, the city with which he is firmly associated, and was educated at the University of Hull at a time when Philip Larkin was the librarian there. Returning to Merseyside in the early 1960s, he worked as a teacher and, with John Gorman, organised arts events. After meeting Mike McGear the trio formed The Scaffold, working the Edinburgh Festival until they signed to Parlophone records in 1966. The group scored several hit records, reaching number one in the UK Singles Chart in 1968 with their version of "Lily The Pink". McGough wrote the lyrics for many of the group's songs and also recorded the musical comedy/poetry ... more »

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  • pedrothepedo (6/20/2018 9:21:00 AM)

    fun with little kids

  • bobthebuilder (6/20/2018 9:20:00 AM)

    me in the jerry

  • bobthebuilder (6/20/2018 9:20:00 AM)

    the lesson is about a school shooting

  • Dunks (6/1/2018 6:13:00 PM)

    Saw Roger McGough last night at Launceston, performing with Little Machine....brilliant evening.

  • akoresco (5/19/2018 12:51:00 AM)

    rooger mcgough doesn't make poems

  • akoresco (5/19/2018 12:50:00 AM)

    rroger mcgough looks like he's old
    but i think he is a grandad

  • niamh da poploo (5/16/2018 8:30:00 AM)

    hi I'm niamhfjdhnhufdhnfiugfdhugji

  • Joe the (5/14/2018 1:38:00 PM)

    Hey I work at a pizza place called niggeria its a place where black people make pizza

  • roger mcgough (5/14/2018 3:09:00 AM)

    sound boys means a lot

  • Kevin Canning (5/11/2018 5:18:00 PM)

    Halifax next week 19052018

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Best Poem of Roger McGough

Let Me Die A Youngman's Death

Let me die a youngman's death
not a clean and inbetween
the sheets holywater death
not a famous-last-words
peaceful out of breath death

When I'm 73
and in constant good tumour
may I be mown down at dawn
by a bright red sports car
on my way home
from an allnight party

Or when I'm 91
with silver hair
and sitting in a barber's chair
may rival gangsters
with hamfisted tommyguns burst in
and give me a short back and insides

Or when I'm 104
and banned from the Cavern
may my mistress
catching me in bed with her daughter
and ...

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