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(Confessions of a man with little honour.  But you get it while you can)


I used to turn up on them marches

Arms linked with the Trotskyist host

But now I tune in to the Archers

“Them as lives longest learns most”.


I wore all my badges and labels

The shouts and the slogans and words

I learned them just like my times tables

But really I went for the birds.


My passion was not allus honest

I carried the requisite books

But when trouble broke I was first gone-est

(You don’t want to spoil your good looks).


‘Das Kapital’ allus impressed ‘em

That little red book wrote by Mao

I’d quote him as I undressed ‘em

(The one about seed and the plough).


They fell for my crude propaganda

Which easily slipped in their head

And, when it was up, like my dander

As I read to them Lenin in bed.


Deception, of course, was all Coopey’s

And tantamount almost to theft

But it kept me supplied with my groupies

All sourced from the gullible left.


But ladies it’s time to no longer

Feel conned by the gist of this post

We all make mistakes when we’re younger

“Them as lives longest learns most”.




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John Coopey

Thu 27th Jun 2019 07:52

Thanks Gus. Please assure Augusta that I would never have tried to take advantage of her in this way. She is too much of a lady.

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Gus Jonsson

Wed 26th Jun 2019 23:17

My foremost advise to those in the brotherhood... Going to a party or protest march... Stay sober and write her a poem.! Well done John perfect recall..

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John Coopey

Wed 26th Jun 2019 18:09

Thanks for the support MC, Jason, John.

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John Stojevich

Wed 26th Jun 2019 17:50

solid. ??

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Jason Bayliss

Wed 26th Jun 2019 17:26

Reminded me of one of my favourite overheard conversations ever. Two old boys sat at the bar in a pub I used to drink in discussing their, "Glory days," one said, "I remember when I could have pushed it through steel plate." To which the other replied, "And these days you'd be lucky to make a dent in butter!"


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M.C. Newberry

Wed 26th Jun 2019 16:33

As KJW observes: another belter.
There's much to be said for remembering times past,
Raise a cheer for the good times now your flag's at half-mast ?

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John Coopey

Wed 26th Jun 2019 11:20

Thanks, Martin. They were never my finest hours.

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Martin Elder

Wed 26th Jun 2019 09:59

This seems to be a very honest poem and not quite as whimsical in its delivery as you usually post.
A fine piece John
nice one

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Don Matthews

Wed 26th Jun 2019 09:24

There's a problem when one can't raise cheer John
Half-raised danders, that is bad enough
But thems live the longest got no choice Coops
No ladies'll get put in the duff.....

So be grateful .....

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John Coopey

Wed 26th Jun 2019 08:32

Thanks Don. You are quite right. These days I can barely raise a cheer.
It took me a second or two, Kev. And then I spluttered my muesli.

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kJ Walker

Wed 26th Jun 2019 07:07

When you said you'd read Marx, I thought you meant your kex were too tight.

Another belter

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Don Matthews

Wed 26th Jun 2019 05:11

Ladies don't be conned by what Coops writes
He's only living dreams of his past
OK it may've been able to get up then
But his dander now can just reach half mast......

Them as lives long learns this.....

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