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shaun wilson Jun 2013
As I walk upon this earth
And look towards the sky,
Thoughts creep into my head
That I have to question 'Why'.
The same sky I live under
As many far away
Who spend their life in terror
In case a bomb should come their way.
Children who dare not
Go outside to see the sun,
Or play and find mischief
That all children name as fun.
So sad their childhood
Should bear the stamp of fear
When parents can't tell them otherwise
Regardless of how close they hold them near.
The so called 'Wise adults'
That decide upon a war
Should think of little children
Before they suffer more and more.

http://www.heatherpwilsonpoems.com/
shaun wilson Feb 2013
If, Mother washed her pinny
And father never swore,
If, Jimmy went to the loo
Instead of on the floor,
If, Our Sammy didn't turn up
In his underpants for tea,
If, Our granddad would keep his flies done up
Phoo, that's an awful sight to see,
If, Gran's teeth refused to fall out
When she dropped off to sleep,
If, My sister didn't steal my razor
This beard I wouldn't keep,
If, That copper had only looked the other way
Our Robbie wouldn't be spending time in jail today,
If, Our Lucy had bothered to learn the facts of life
Eight kids wouldn't be here now causing so much strife,
If, We all stopped smoking ****
And swilling beer till we were sick
This family would be smart, very elegant and slick

Heather P Wilson..........http://www.heatherpwilsonpoems.com/
shaun wilson Feb 2013
Going Off The Rails

If ever a journey
Was destined to fail,
It was the one that travelled
On the rarely used rail.
The train swerved round the bend
Trudged up the hill,
Went straight past the station
(Passengers are waiting there still)
The driver continued
Without any fear
He'd passed many before
Year after year
The distressed station master
Looked rigid with rage,
His face was bright red
(Not good at his age)
When the train hit a tunnel
Then flew into the air
Billy exclaimed
'It just isn't fair'
Standing up he announced
' This is no fun'
Stomped out of the room
And left the train to his son.

Heather P Wilson  -   http://www.heatherpwilsonpoems.com/

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