"mcmanus" poems - Hello Poetry

First day on the job, an apprentice with no clue Put with some old boy, Norman Collins his name been plumbing everywhere, from Watford to Timbuktu Picked me up in his Vauxhall Belmont, a fading sun caught red telling me tales of his dinner, roadkill on the hob His wife cooked him these meals, I think he must be mad Driving out in the sticks, a job for a pal, over near the village of Sarrett A blob in the road, dead pigeon or badger, well he's not eating that would have been different if it were something else he said, as he actually fancied a bit of rabbit I didn't realise what a good bloke he was until a few days with this old codger My main boss was a grumpy sod, never paid me till he had some Looking back now, I miss that man, who told me tales of old times and tomfoolery I used to be a wrestler young John, back in the days of the local funfair Took on any Herbert who thought he was keen, and showed them the tent exit From **** McManus to Jackie Pallo, bring them on son, I didn't really care He locked me in a toilet one day, inside somebody’s house Let me out I cried, for a good 4 hours, he ignored my every shout For he couldn’t care less and that’s what I miss, a soul who just larked about For they seem dead in this day and age where everything is done by the book Don’t upset the man over there, do you know who he is, he’s the King and you’re just a Rook As they don’t seem to exist anymore, these men who walk on Gods seven sins Have a laugh, have joke, as life’s too short I miss old Norman Collins JJB

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Jun 13, 2018

Jun 13, 2018 at 3:58 PM UTC

john-bartholomew

Norman Collins

First day on the job, an apprentice with no clue Put with some old boy, Norman Collins his name been plumbing everywhere, from Watford to Timbuktu Picked me up in his Vauxhall Belmont, a fading sun caught red telling me tales of his dinner, roadkill on the hob His wife cooked him these meals, I think he must be mad Driving out in the sticks, a job for a pal, over near the village of Sarrett A blob in the road, dead pigeon or badger, well he's not eating that would have been different if it were something else he said, as he actually fancied a bit of rabbit I didn't realise what a good bloke he was until a few days with this old codger My main boss was a grumpy sod, never paid me till he had some Looking back now, I miss that man, who told me tales of old times and tomfoolery I used to be a wrestler young John, back in the days of the local funfair Took on any Herbert who thought he was keen, and showed them the tent exit From **** McManus to Jackie Pallo, bring them on son, I didn't really care He locked me in a toilet one day, inside somebody’s house Let me out I cried, for a good 4 hours, he ignored my every shout For he couldn’t care less and that’s what I miss, a soul who just larked about For they seem dead in this day and age where everything is done by the book Don’t upset the man over there, do you know who he is, he’s the King and you’re just a Rook As they don’t seem to exist anymore, these men who walk on Gods seven sins Have a laugh, have joke, as life’s too short I miss old Norman Collins JJB

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Just one place to go ruled by their false status quo that's six feet below...Kelly McManus

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Jun 11, 2023

Jun 11, 2023 at 7:08 PM UTC

KellyMcManus

Less Than Dirt

Just one place to go ruled by their false status quo that's six feet below...Kelly McManus

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We need more funds for our infrastructure. There are pockets, of our roads to extinction, that need to be filled; or our society as a whole, just won't function. We need to bridge the gap, on weapons of mass destruction, and construct, more satellites to place up in space. So, we can spy, on the human race; cause, you wouldn't want to, come in second place! Never fear, the corpse of engineers are here, and will make everything, look like new, sure, it might take a year or two, but they have nothing better to do, and best of all your kids will pick up the check, so what the heck. The dream is clear, when we reach the end of the road; we'll find ourselves, in a virtual paradise, of mushroom clouds, and silent sounds! Kelly McManus

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Jun 1, 2019

Jun 1, 2019 at 2:53 PM UTC

KellyMcManus

Deferred Maintenance

We need more funds for our infrastructure. There are pockets, of our roads to extinction, that need to be filled; or our society as a whole, just won't function. We need to bridge the gap, on weapons of mass destruction, and construct, more satellites to place up in space. So, we can spy, on the human race; cause, you wouldn't want to, come in second place! Never fear, the corpse of engineers are here, and will make everything, look like new, sure, it might take a year or two, but they have nothing better to do, and best of all your kids will pick up the check, so what the heck. The dream is clear, when we reach the end of the road; we'll find ourselves, in a virtual paradise, of mushroom clouds, and silent sounds! Kelly McManus

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I've been fed their good since childhood it's really indigestible Kelly McManus

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Aug 13, 2019

Aug 13, 2019 at 1:41 PM UTC