stephen stirk Poems

In the heart of an old village setting
There stands an Antique dealers rooms
Full of rarest antiques brought for vetting
Plus two urns sold by Hilda May Coombs
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When I was young in yesteryear
Involved in pulling birds
We got our kicks from drinking beer
In pints, not halves or thirds
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You’re a poet, as they say
All you write is poetically full of art
Wince when you read your stuff
As from literacy you stand apart
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(Inspired from the comments of Ian Bowen)

I love you darling this is true
I crave your body language
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The kiddie’s party’s underway
The titchy ones have come to play
Criteria for getting in
You must be three and love a din
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A thug I am, to other men
My fists are not ignored
Till other thugs said “try a pen”
It’s mightier than the sword
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Today (Day 1) I writed stuff I thort was pritty neet
I wanna do this poet shit, so that I can complete

Today (Day 2) I wroted tings I thawt was really neat
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Come on now guys; No ifs! No buts!
Let’s talk about your precious nuts
And how you guard them night and day
The right hand never far away
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In a part of this great universe
A planet that I’ve found
Has four secreted corners
Despite the fact it’s round
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Happy mother’s day mother!
There are chocolates for you on the shelf
And unlike my uncaring brother
I won’t eat your choccies myself
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