Friday Poetry Corner

[AlfredJPruffock]

Dedicated to the Loving Memory of our dear friend Fleet



Wake up you sleepy head

Put on some clothes, shake up your bed
Put another log on the fire for me

Ive made some breakfast and coffee
Look out my window what do I see
A crack in the sky and a hand reaching down to me

All the nightmares came today
And it looks as though theyre here to stay

What are we coming to ???
No room for me, no fun for you
I think about a world to come
Where the books were found by the golden ones

Written in pain
Written in awe
By a puzzled man who questioned
What we were here for

All the strangers came today
And it looks as though theyre here to stay

Oh you pretty things (oh you pretty things)
Dont you know youre driving your
Mamas and papas insane
Oh you pretty things (oh you pretty things)
Dont you know youre driving your
Mamas and papas insane
Let me make it plain
You gotta make way for the homo superior

Look at your children
See their faces in golden rays
Dont kid yourself they belong to you


Theyre the start of a coming race
The earth is a bitch
Weve finished our news
Homo sapiens have outgrown their use
All the strangers came today
And it looks as though theyre here to stay

Oh you pretty things (oh you pretty things)
Dont you know youre driving your
Mamas and papas insane
Oh you pretty things (oh you pretty things)
Dont you know youre driving your
Mamas and papas insane

Let me make it plain
You gotta make way for the homo superior

[Burdock]

I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night,
alive as you and me.
Says I "But Joe, you're ten years dead"
"I never died" said he,
"I never died" said he.

"The Copper Bosses killed you Joe,
they shot you Joe" says I.
"Takes more than guns to kill a man"
Says Joe "I didn't die"
Says Joe "I didn't die"

And standing there as big as life
and smiling with his eyes.
Says Joe "What they can never kill
went on to organize,
went on to organize"

From San Diego up to Maine,
in every mine and mill,
where working-men defend their rights,
it's there you find Joe Hill,
it's there you find Joe Hill!

I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night,
alive as you and me.
Says I "But Joe, you're ten years dead"
"I never died" said he,
"I never died" said he.

[angusglover]

Roses are red
Violets are twisted
Bend over luv
Your about to get fisted....


I never was a poet....

[AlfredJPruffock]

I never was a poet....

I could be a poet I wouldn't need to worry
I could be a poster on the CUK website
I could be a Blair lieing through my teeth
I could be a teacher in a classroom full of scholars,
I could be the sergeant in a squadron full of wallahs.

What a waste, what a waste, what a waste, what a waste.

Because I chose to play the fool in a six-piece band
first-night nerves every one-night stand
I should be glad to be so inclined, what a waste! what a waste!

But I don't mind.

I could be a lawyer with stratagems and ruses
I could be a doctor with poultices and bruises
I could be a writer with a growing reputation,
I could be the ticket man at Fulham Broadway Station.

What a waste.

I could be the catalyst that sparks the revolution,
I could be an inmate in a long-term institution
I could dream to wide extremes
I could do or die

I could yawn and be withdrawn and watch the world go by.
What a waste

[angusglover]

I like that...

[anally retentive]

I could be a poet I wouldn't need to worry
I could be a poster on the CUK website
I could be a Blair lieing through my teeth
I could be a teacher in a classroom full of scholars,
I could be the sergeant in a squadron full of wallahs.

What a waste, what a waste, what a waste, what a waste.

Because I chose to play the fool in a six-piece band
first-night nerves every one-night stand
I should be glad to be so inclined, what a waste! what a waste!

But I don't mind.

I could be a lawyer with stratagems and ruses
I could be a doctor with poultices and bruises
I could be a writer with a growing reputation,
I could be the ticket man at Fulham Broadway Station.

What a waste.

I could be the catalyst that sparks the revolution,
I could be an inmate in a long-term institution
I could dream to wide extremes
I could do or die

I could yawn and be withdrawn and watch the world go by.
What a waste

ian dury was ace, wasn't he? "billericay dickie" was my favourite....

[where did my id go?]

changed my mind

[wobbegong]

ian dury was ace, wasn't he? "billericay dickie" was my favourite....

"had a love affair with Nina
in the back of my Cortina
a seasoned up hyena
could not have been more obscener
she took me to the cleaners
and other misdemeanours
but I got right up between her
rum and her Ribena"

Ah . . . happy days!

[anally retentive]

"had a love affair with Nina
in the back of my Cortina
a seasoned up hyena
could not have been more obscener
she took me to the cleaners
and other misdemeanours
but I got right up between her
rum and her Ribena"

Ah . . . happy days!

"good evening, i'm from essex
in case you couldn't tell
my gven name is dickie
i come from billericay
and i'm doin'.....
very well"

"oh golly, oh gosh, come lie on the couch
with a nice piece of tosh from burnham-on-crouch
i aint's a bloomin' thickie
i'm billericay dickie
and i ain't.....
no slouch!"

they don't make 'em like that any more! seriously, i was a huge ian dury fan, actually as much for the blockheads as anything. they were all top-notch session musos and if you listen to them quite apart from the lyrics, the songs would still be great.....

[EternalOptimist]

I got two legs
from my @rse to the ground
and when I move em I walk around
and when I lift em I climb the stairs
and when I shave em they aint got hairs