Won boxing matches with Lewis , Lasky, Corn Griffin, Swiderski,
Then many more titles with Griffiths, Farr, Stillman, and Levandowski,

Jackson, Caggiano, Darnell and Dobson
Something he could tell his grandson

His greatest match of all was the title he earned against Max Baer
The fight was the ultimate win at Gardens of Madison Square

A very passionate man for his wife and children he went to great lengths
To keep his family together during the depression, even in times of brink

Served honorably in WWII as a 1st Lieutenant
Owned a surplus supplier of marine equipment

Helped to construct the bridge Verrazano
It was the proud city’s beautiful Picasso

Gone is Jim Braddock, a movie about him, CINDERELLA MAN to be sure he’s not forgotten
His Granddaughter Rosemarie Dewitt  played his neighbor Sara Wilson, who was downtrodden

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sexting poetry MP andrew griffiths 16.07.18

spotted a obsession
in the media out played
2000 texts would give anyone depression
never used txt poetry to get laid.
not the same for andrew
"i can be an evil -------- when i'm turned on"
they are not the first and won't be last few
power and privilege is just a con.
is there a problem with power
do as i say not as i do
my ***** never make me cower
do we need a governmental "me to".
"how rough do you like it"
poetry can be a nasty card
did you think poor ****
don't ask and quote "how hard".
andrew best you fade
your wife and child should have been for eternity
all good has been wiped by barmaid
the irony was in the campaign for paternity.

Fishing with Fergie

Stomping through sodden brown fields
rods bounce in tune to our march.

Maggots dance in Tupperwared silence
till we crouch out the wind.

Salmon.  Majestic, leaping salmon.
Surging to spawn in embryonic memories.

Enticed by streamers and nymphs, Griffiths Gnats and Woolly Buggers,
battle Trylene Big Game Mono, lean silky body trembling, taut.

One day, we agree, one day.
For now we watch the luminous tip of the Bodied Waggler,

feeling for strain as the maggot twists and stretches
Pierced by the bait-cast, come and get it.

Tench or bream, (but not pike, please no pike).
Bite, come on, bite.       BITE.       I know you’re there in the murk.

Tea, passed steaming hot with a plastic taste.
Earthy fingered sandwiches.  Our eyes never move.


Was that a tug?  Yes? YES!
Pull hard!  Reel in,     quick.

Snap!  
Next time, my friend.  Next time.