Terry Donovan Poems
Why Dogs Always Smell Each Others' Bums
Once upon a time I'm told When strange things happened in the world of old An extraordinary meeting took place Of dogs from all round the global face.
An Angel Has To Do What An Angel Has To ...
He walked away into the night, His knuckles swollen from the fight, A smile beneath his swollen eye, Much satisfaction in his sigh.
Autumn Leaves Its Scar
When I walk ankle-deep in autumn leaves, Head down and collar up against the rain,
A sixties sight I always liked to see, Those British motorbikes parked side by side While bikers packed inside the Busy Bee, The rendezvous of everybody's ride.
Take My Hand
Come, take my hand and let us walk awhile, Away from all the hustle-bustle here, Let's talk and walk a quiet country mile To where the air and what we think is clear.
I saw an angel with a broken wing I saw an angel cry I mended it with bits of string And told her she could fly.
Never Trust A Lobster
Never trust a lobster, He may have a charming smile But underneath he's ruthless And saves everything to file.
Who But You
I picture in my mind my ideal girl, I picture in my mind the girl for me, The sort that ought to set my heart awhirl The sort that ought to set my spirits free.
The Oxfam Shop book section Had the usual array, Ancient road maps, Jeffrey Archer, Three copies of the Guinness Book of Records
Ashes To Ashes
When Cuthbert was cremated she was sad But taking home his ashes she was glad For in a way she'd always have him there His company forever she would share.
Single Dad The kids grew up without a mum around, I had to play a double roll instead;
The best of friends are those you never meet
Now Go To Sleep, My Little One
The sun's gone down, the day is done, Now go to sleep, my little one.
Sleep Tight, Fair Maid
Sleep tight, fair maid, forget the world and rest, The time to put the day behind is now. Let moonbeams dance upon your troubled breast And angels smooth the furrows from your brow.
They sold haikus at the market,
Two pounds each or three for five,
(They'd been freshly picked that morning
But were barely still alive) .
And little pots of haiku food
With each they gave away
With instructions for beginners,
Two small ladders and a tray.