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Mustn't Grumble
Mustn’t Grumble
Thinks he’s the bee’s knees
One big bumble
He’s doing his best
Mustn’t grumble
All around
Dreams start to crumble
Chin up chaps
Mustn’t grumble
Gets his words
All in a jumble
An Eton boy
So mustn’t grumble
Discontent
Begins to rumble
He’s such a card
Mustn’t grumble
Staggering on
He’s bound to stumble
...Sunday 31st May 2020 12:56 pm
The Clown
The Clown
This make-up’s dried upon my face,
gone cracked with age and wear.
I can’t remove this absurd mask.
You’ll never know how much I care.
The girl with pretty eyes will smile,
the clown, so sad, will sigh.
Another chance has passed away.
Another star lights the sky.
You see the clown and laugh at him,
I turn away and cry,
‘cos...
Tuesday 2nd April 2013 10:10 am
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