He won't have a happy birthday

because we have betrayed his trust.

He taught us not to accumulate

but we're possessed by a spending lust.

Gifts for families now are due

the baby boy received them too.

We go out buying till we drop

which often only delights the shop.

Presents for everyone we know

and on every package tie a bow.

We have expensive Christmas tre...

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Hey hey for the not so merry month of May!

But what on earth will the butler say?

Will she make her markle felt?

Want golden faucets in the loo

just like the lovely sTrumpets do?

No shepherd's pie or kidney pud

for Cinderella. Oh no, no good.

Just hominy grits and collard greens

with pumpkin pie and Boston beans

Caesar salad - cookies - Coke

and soda pop until yo...

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If I were a terrier

life would be merrier

If I were a hyena

I'd be served a subpoena

If I were a cobra

I'd rarely be sobra

If I were an otter

I'd behave like a rotter

If I were a cow

grass I wouldn't allow

If I were a hippo

I'd go in for a dippo

If I were a vulture

I'd acquire some real culture

If I were a rat

I'd fart at the cat

If I were a cheetah

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With whom are you?

not with me.

How far

have you gone

from me?

With her

you are now

not with me.

How near

is what I fear to me?

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He came to pick me up

tall athletic blond blue-eyed

with green sports car and dinner jacket

high society stuff.

You're gorgeous he said

and immodestly I agreed.

We spent all the party-time entwined

dancing touching talking kissing.

Then snail-like home and said goodnight

lustfully intending to go much further

after his threatening exams.

A few weeks later the ...

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Oh my God, a poet!

Was what they all said.

Better off dead!

Was what my father said.

What's he like in bed?

Was what my friends said.

About your daily bread?

Was what my mother said.

He has an everlasting

flow of dreams inside his head.

was what I said.

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They were all in mourning that morning.

The beetle scurrying across the cooling sands

sombrely dressed in total black

for the occasion.

They were all in mourning that morning.

The sea daffodils had lost their candid silk

leaving purses of jetty seeds

as their bequethal.

They were all in mourning that morning.

The woeful hawkers from much harsher lands

left without tak...

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