Poetry Blog by John Coopey

(It's all kicking off tonight. Can't wait)

The runaway train went over the cliff and she blew

Woo-oo-woo

The runaway train went over the cliff and she blew

Woo-oo-woo

The driver never considered “What if?”

You’d think that she’d been at a spliff

And she blew blew blew blew blew.

The runaway train went over the edge and she blew

Woo-oo-woo

The runaway train s...

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(I walked the trail of England's bloodiest battle today.  Estimates run up to 33,000 dead.  It's an exposed and unforgiving place even without a blizzard and someone trying to cave your head in)

In 1400 and 61

I believe that was the year

There happened a bit of a fallout

With Yorkshire and Lancashire.

For brothers like this to come to such blows

It needed the cause be a...

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(A re-post from a couple of years ago)

Marbella's the spot for mooring your yacht

To ostentatiously show what you've got

But a sight more evocative ploughing the foam

Much nearer the heart and closer to home

Was never a craft you'd look good in

I refer to the Ponty Tom Pudding.

A cross between a barge and a train

With a...

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(York)

St Sampson’s Over 60’s Club

A place I like to be

It’s there I practise amateur

Gynaecology.

I tell them I’m a doctor

“Retired now” I’d say

And book them in appointments

At a rate of 3 a day.

The most of them see through my ruse

But let deception pass

They know this chance to open up

May likely be their last.

Of course, there’s just a one...

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(A belated Christmas carol)

Silent Man

Invisible Man

Keeping mum

Keeping schtum

Labour Movement for Second Vote

Struggling without a leader of note

Corbyn defined by this

Corbyn – weak as piss.

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