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WHEN SAMMY GOT LOCKED IN THE STORE

Ten years ago when Daughter No2 was a student at Nottingham Trent University she took a part-time job at Primark.  Until this happened.

 

The lights were all dimmed, they’d cashed the tills

The staff had gone home, their usual drill

A day uneventful without any thrills

In fact a bit of a bore

Till,

            Sammy got locked in the store.

 

She’d waited till shift-end ...

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AND SO THIS IS BREXIT 2

And So This Is Brexit

You’ve found out at last

For what you all voted

Four years in the past.

 

For four years I’ve ribbed you

That you didn’t know

For what you had voted

You told me “Not so!”

 

You now have your answer

But here is the joke

I’m willing to sell you

My pig in a poke.

 

Just send me your payment

To purchase my swine

I’ll send you yo...

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THE THREE HULATS

Prompted by a pub in Leeds of the same name.  It is more intriguing not to know what they are.

 

One for vengeance, one for blood

Watching, waiting, ever still;

By a pulsing body stood,

Hooded, The Three Hulats.

 

Two for Death and two for Life

Dancing in between those scales;

Arbiters of Pain and Strife,

Grinning, The Three Hulats.

 

Three to row our very souls

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THE OFFICE CHRISTMAS DO

 

It’s Friday before Christmas, with God’s help you might see through

The Saturnalian orgy of the Office Christmas Do.

 

The booze flowed free and freely, the dancing not as good;

We’d just been singing “Feed The World” while scoffing Christmas pud.

 

Cassandra took her panties off (What a sport she’s been)

I hoiked her for a photo on the copier machine.

 

And Malcolm...

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NOT QUITE RIGHT IN THE HEAD

I only realised quite recently how frequently I make reference in the pantheons of my literature to my kids.  Love and pride, of course, are the prompts but there is another dimension which, I suspect, differentiates my pride from other fathers.  And that is that neither of my kids are quite right in the head.  It is a Mallen characteristic they have inherited from Yours Truly.

Daughter No 2, h...

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VACCINE

Vaccine, vaccine, vaccine, vaccine,

Please hurry up before I come to harm.

Vaccine, vaccine, vaccine, vaccine,

Please get a shift on – stick it in my arm.

 

On the leader board to vaccinate

I’m in Group 5 at 68

In front of most but still behind a few;

A huge relief I must confess

So hats off to the NHS

I cannot wait to shuffle up the queue.

 

They make me laugh ...

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COOPS'S ALPHABET

An inferior attempt at Sebastian Faulks's "A Fool's Alphabet".  I welcome better suggestions.

 

A for Bull

B for Given

C’s Firing

D for Kate

E’s a Peasy

F for And Ever

G’s on Toast

H to his Own

I for Big ‘Un

J for Archer

K for the Door

L’s a Poppin’

M for Sizing

N for Mouse

O for a Barrel

P for Rate

Q for a Bus

R for Daley

S for Rantzen

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YOU CAN'T ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT

I know I shouldn't but I'm rather looking forward to what comes next.  (A painful lesson in Negotiation for Beginners for you Brexiteers).

 

I saw him today with von der Leyen

He went to collect your “easy deal”

He’s back with his bucket good and empty

I hope he liked his last EU meal.

 

This was your turkey “oven ready”

Set to Gas Mk IV and ready plucked

The “easiest de...

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WEARING MY MASK

The main disadvantage to wearing this mask

As in it my fizzog I cram

It’s not steaming up; the ladies can’t see

Just how good looking I am.

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AWKWARD FROM THE GRAVE

It’s a matter of no small pride to me that I’ve been considered awkward all my life.  Teachers, employers, relatives, friends and enemies alike will all concur.  So it was with some surprise that Daughter No 2 came up with a plan which even I had to admire – to piss folks off even after I was dead.

To understand the beauty of this I need to tell a little back-story.

During the floods and sto...

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PISSING IN THE WIND

How many votes in the states does it take

To convince you Big Baby has lost?

How many times will he shaft you with lies

Before you see you’ve been double-crossed?

And how many times will he claim that he won,

The price of democracy the cost?

The answer my friends is he is so thick skinned

Your POTUS will piss into the wind.

 

How many staff will he fire till he gets

A...

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WINTER FUEL PAYMENT

What a nonsense this is; that someone as rich as Croesus like me should be eligible.  The reason is because it’s a universal payment, the only qualifications being that you are over state pension age and lived in the UK for at least one day in the last week of September.

You don’t even need to be alive. My dad qualified and he was dead. (Both he and the Government will have been gratified to kn...

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HE'S A LIABILITY - GET HIM OUT OF HERE

On a visit to the Morrison’s I took a bloke to task -

The dozy twat had no idea of how to wear his mask;

He wore it underneath his nose; I asked him in the shop

If he wore his underpants with his prick flopped out the top.

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THE NOB NURSE

As a 50’s Baby Boomer I was an early beneficiary of the newly created Welfare State.

Certainly the country was still in the arms of post-war austerity and as a whelp I caught the tail-end of rationing and will have gobbled down my fair share of powdered eggs and Ostermilk.

But of the many upsides were the provisions of the 1944 Education Act which cradled me through infant, junior and second...

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THEY DIDN'T KNOW THEY WERE BORN

I’ve been thinking of my grandad who had fought in World War 1

He went but went reluctantly to meet the Bosch head on;

Emerging from the trenches, a Lee Enfield in his hand

To play at “Shoot-my-bollocks-off” across that No Man’s Land.

 

I also think about my dad who sailed Pacific seas

On Royal and Merchant Navy ships to fight the Japanese,

In fear of planes’ and submarines’ t...

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THE FASTEST STEAM TRAIN IN THE WORLD

Every schoolboy (at least of my generation) knows the answer.  The Gresley A4 Pacific 4468, “Mallard”, of course. 126mph in 1938.

Quite right.  But what is less commonly known is how tenuous is its claim to the title. 

Two years earlier, Germany’s Borsig DRG Series 005, Locomotive 02, attained 124.5mph – clearly second best.

Until you consider, that is, that the Mallard record was attaine...

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TORY BULLY

This certainly bears repetition today.

 

Priti's been catty

To her staff, they say

Driving them batty

Both by night and day


She's a bully
Tory bully
She's a bully
Tory bully
She's a bully


Her mood's always ratty

Their life's been hell

Who's driving them scatty?

That's Priti Patel

She's a bully


So I wrote this ditty

To spead the smell

That Priti's...

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WEREWOLVES OF SELBY

I'm afraid the werewolf I got to do the howling had a bit of a sore throat.

 

I was walking by the cut in West Haddlesey

I saw 2 pairs of red eyes staring straight at me

The moon was bright and full.  What could they be?

 

I’ve read about that stuff that goes bump in the night

And things that aren’t quite dead with a niche appetite

Whose smile is enough to give a dentist a ...

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BARN DANCE (PROGRESSIVE)

For the uninitiated, when a dance is called a Paul Jones it means it becomes progressive; that is, you pass your partner on to the next gentleman in front of you and inherit the partner of the gentleman behind you.  This is what used to pass for dogging.

 

We started at seven with everything fine

The Old People’s dance would be over by nine

We were lovely and cuddly, wise and benign

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I MISS THE MAN THAT I USED TO BE

I miss the man that I used to be

That athletic man that used to be me

For when I was young

I was tireless and strong

I miss the man that I used to be

 

The man I see in the photos of him

Is tall and muscular, dark and slim

But this was a past

Forbidden to last

I miss the man that I used to be

 

And little in confidence did he lack

His hair so sleek and Sicili...

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IT'S ALL OVER NOW

Big Baby used to twitter all night long

He ranted loud and he blustered strong

He posted through the early hours with his lies

Tables turned and now it’s his turn to cry.

Because he used to bluster but it’s all over now.

 

I used to read my ipad in the mornings and said
“That fat orange bastard is still off his fucking head”

His red caps could be found in every redneck town

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"IT WAS 20 YEARS AGO TODAY"

As if I needed any further reminder

Of my ageing and mortality

Than a glance at a mirror

Someone told me

That we now stand

Further away in terms of time

From Sergeant Pepper

Than Sergeant Pepper stood

From the end of the First World War.

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BUCKET LIST

Like I was telling you, it was through my affair with Marianne Faithfull that I met with The Rolling Stones.

It was common knowledge that she and Mick had been having a fling for some time.  But she told me once as we lay in bed with our chicken that she found his lovemaking a little unimaginative.  Mick took this badly at first and entered a period of deep depression, one symptom of which reve...

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I'M A LOSER

I’m a loser.  I’m a loser.

And I’m not what I appear to be.

 

 “I was 10 yards clear on the track’s final bend

How can it be that I lost in the end?

We were three goals up near the end of the game

How come we lost?  I hold someone to blame?

The score should stand once that I was in front

It’s just not fair.”  says some fat, mardy person.

I’m a loser.  I’m a loser.

And...

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BOOTS

“Why don’t you leave your boots on?”

She said, as I walked through the door,

“There’s nothing to spoil in the kitchen;

There’s nothing to spoil on the floor”.

And later on in that evening

As I kissed her softly I said,

“Why don’t you leave your boots on?

There’s nothing to spoil on the bed”

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LITTLE BASTARDS (TRICK OR TREATING)

They've been again.  A hardy perennial.

 

Little Bastards, trick or treating

Little Bastards bloody cheating

Gave them sweeties, gave them money, gave them popcorn when they came

Little Bastards, trick or treating

Little Bastards need a beating

I got dog doo on my doorknob, I got dog doo

Just the same.

 

Little Bastards took my money

Little Bastards thought it funn...

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NEW YORKERS

Americans are reluctant to remember (or keen to forget) that whole towns were loyal to the British Crown during the War of Independence.  The most notable of these was New York.   (But don't mention it to your cabbie there)

 

They fled from the murrain that fell on East Ham

By Plymouth and Boston they brought us

And on to this place they called New Amsterdam

To sire we grandsons and...

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COVID FATIGUE

It could have been the greatest opportunity of our time for us to “step up to the plate”, as they say, and prove ourselves the match of those generations who have gone before us.

Fathers, grandfathers and great grandfathers responded to their duty (no doubt, reluctantly) shouldering responsibilities to endure extremes of discomfort and sacrifice.

We have failed. We have failed both ourselves...

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PARALLAX 29

It is a well guarded miltary secret that there is a parallax or three-dimensional hole in number sequences. The most used of these is the 29th parallax which is vital for the technology of stealth bombers and other invisible "phenomena".  At the risk of alerting the CIA that this is now in the public domain, I shall try to demonstrate as simply as I can the 29th parallax. (This is the only truly t...

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DONALD THE ELEPHANT (TRUMP TRUMP TRUMP)

Worldwide fans of mine will recollect this re-post from my original of 2016 when His Trumpness became POTUS. You may also be aware that the emblem of the Republican Party is an elephant. Sometimes these things fall into your lap from Heaven.

 

One dark day a Republican caucus came

And brought a belligerent elephant and Donald was his name;

Now today he’s plying his dirty tricks

Desp...

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WriteOutLoud Women Blues

A re-post from 2013 and featuring Yours Truly on slide guitar.  I have not had any offers yet.

 

I want a WriteOutLoud woman to do anything in the world for me

I want a WriteOutLoud woman to do anything in the world for me

She could lick my piece into shape; I mean my poetry.

 

I’d take down her pantoums and jiggle her spondees for fun

She’d mouth both my rondels and my phaleu...

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"WE-WON-THE-WAR-IN-1954"

A chant I have not heard for almost 60 years.

Playtime was fun and frightening and formative at primary School.  It was a Boys School and play reflected that.

Ad hoc games of football were being played up and down and across the yard.  Picture Manchester United playing Manchester City at Old Trafford while Tottenham played Arsenal across the pitch and several pockets of unrelated kick-a-bout...

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CLOTTED CREAM, SCONE AND BLACKCURRANT JAM

It is with deep regret that I have to tell you that Notcutts Garden Centres have removed the benefit of two free coffees per month from their £12 Loyalty Card.  Gone are the days of two cream teas for £3.50.  It prompted me to dig this out from my Greatest Hits album.

 

Can any treat make me a more content man

Than clotted cream, scone and blackcurrant jam?

At mid-afternoon on a fine E...

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SOBIBOR

In 1999 a retired Ohio car worker (but Ukrainian by birth), John Demjanjuk, was accused of being one of the Trawniki at Sobibor concentration camp. These were Eastern European collaborators who assisted in the extermination of Jews on behalf of the Nazis.  He was extradited to Germany to stand trial for war crimes and subsequently found guilty and sentenced to 5 years imprisonment.

But it has a...

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WE AIN'T GOIN' NOWHERE

(Day 8 of our 14-day Track and Trace self-isolation)

 

Crowds that drift their way down the street

Neighbours, friends and relatives that we can’t meet

Just watching the world from this window seat

We ain’t going nowhere.

 

Oo-wee the beer’s running dry

But tomorrow’s the day that the groceries come

Oo-wee, time ticks by

Slowly in the easy chair.

 

The garden’s ...

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ASHES TO ASHES

Of all the things that you’ve ever taken for granted the most wondrous is You.

It’s a pretty good bet that you have never considered how truly amazing you are.

You are made up of billions of atoms, totally inert, lifeless and indestructible.

They have been totally inert, lifeless and indestructible since time began.

They will continue to be so until time runs out.

But for one tiny f...

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"WE'RE GOING UNDERGROUND"

My dad got me the job at the pit.  It was a good system.  You knew if you didn’t behave yourself your dad would get to find out and at 17 I wasn’t too old to get a thick ear off him.  What’s more, if you weren’t up to much it would reflect badly on him.  I was one of an intake of half a dozen “juveniles”, all boys – women were prevented from working underground by law.

The first week was spent ...

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OH HAPPY DAY!

There is a counselling trauma line set up for Manchester United fans on 0161 616161.

 

Oh Happy Day

When Son Heung-min

I said when Son Heung-min

He blew United away.

 

And Harry Kane

He scores when he wants

I said he scores when he wants

He got a brace today.

 

What can you say?

We stuffed you for six

Yes we stuffed you for six

It’s such a Happy Day.

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RUBENS

For those of you with a less artistic bent than my good self I thought I would critique Rubens's masterpiece The Three Gracie Fields with a masterpiece of my own. A couple of the hoes are single mums already and have shamelessly brung their whelps along to the shag fest - a scene re-enacted most Saturday nights in the backyard of The Cock and Pullet, Donny.

 

An expanse of alabaster

Makes...

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"UN HOMME ET UNE FEMME"

I confess that the transphobia kerfuffle with JK Rowling largely passed me by, so I’ll admit to being a bit shaky on the facts of the story.  As I understand it, JKR lampooned the fabricated terminology and imagery of menstruation rather than calling a spade a “woman” and for this she was accused of transphobia.

Let me say from the off that I have no issue with anyone getting a new willy or fan...

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GANSEY

It’s cold and grey

In Cayton Bay;

It’s coming, there’s no doubt;

For no-one braves

The North Sea waves;

Best get the gansey out.

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CONSPIRACY THEORISTS

I am amused by conspiracy theories.  Well, not the theories themselves which are unsubstantiated bollocks but by conspiracy theorists.

My son-in-law-to-be is one.  Nothing passes him by – the moon landings, JFK’s assassination, crop circles and, of course, Covid 19.  At first it was 5G signal masts, now it’s lab-produced in China for the purpose of bankrupting the West.

And I love it.  I lik...

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HAPPY RUBY WEDDING ANNIVERSARY

Me and Our Gert aren’t the soppy, sentimental types that go overboard with posh cards that cost a quid or more for each other.  But seeing as it was our ruby wedding anniversary a couple of weeks ago I thought it might be a bit off if I didn’t get her a card at least.

Unfortunately, I forgot.

Luckily, she keeps a stack for all eventualities in the sideboard – weddings, birthdays, In Deepest ...

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COOPEY'S GROUPIES

A re-post from a few years ago.  The George and Dragon is shut now.

 

Tuesday night at the G & D

Quiz and supper for 50p

Will we win?  We’ll have to see

When the marking’s done.

The team’s the same usually

Comprised of friends and family

All G & D devotees

We don’t half have some fun.

 

Besides myself there’s Phil and Glen

(We knock on questions 1 to 10)

Glen...

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THE MAGPIE

A re-post from my Greatest Hits Volume 1 collection to mark the start, meteorologically speaking, of Autumn.

 

The scene was a canvas autumnal

Not yet with crimson and gold,

The swirl of the dead leaves so pitiful,

Life’s paucity there to behold;

When adding itself to the monochrome

Of the blacks and whites and the greys

Came hopping along a lone magpie,

Out of the mist ...

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THE CONTOUR LEGACY LEG PILLOW

Here’s something that you never knew you needed.

It’s a contoured cushion that you place between your thighs to help with your leg posture while you’re asleep.  The idea is that it keeps your legs (specifically your tib and fib) parallel while you are asleep on your side.

You shove it tight underneath your crotch.  And at £19.99 it’s not to be sniffed at.

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CAN'T DO RIGHT FOR DOING WRONG

I pride myself on living by a code from days gone by

When gentlemen were gentlemen – at least, I always try;

But times and attitudes have changed from when I was a youth

I often feel quite left behind; this verse will offer proof.

 

While shopping at the local Spar I’d bought a thing or two

And patiently I waited for my turn within the queue;

I stood behind a woman, quite attr...

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I'LL HAVE A CROCODILE SANDWICH AND MAKE IT SNAPPY

We really did have a pet caiman called “Snappy”, although “pet” is a bit strong; it didn’t come when you whistled or fetch sticks.  And “we” was my brother-in-law.  But it really did live in a tank in our front room and stopped passers-by in their tracks.

It was about 3 feet long when we gave it to Flamingoland, with half its length being tail.

We fed it on raw meat but, from time to time, o...

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DREAM

A re-post from days when I had good dreams.

 

I woke excited this morning.

You know, excited down there;

I’d dreamt of us being together,

Aroused by the scent of your hair.

 

We walked hand-in-hand so slowly

Soaked to the bone by the rain

Its rivulets streamed down your forehead

We laughed and were twenty again.

 

The street turned into a bedroom

So seamless ...

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OUT OF WINE

With our 40th wedding anniversary ominously looming, a love poem to the lovely but irascible Mrs C.  A courageous re-post.

 

You’ll not know what’s going on

She’s been so quiet all night long

A proper lady to wine and dine

But very soon she’ll probably decide to throw a wobbly

She gets crazy, crazy, crazy when she’s Out of Wine.

Crazy, crazy, crazy when she’s Out of Wine

I ...

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AN OLD SHAG

We all recollect from our earlier days

In stories we’d tell of the hell we would raise;

We thought then that boastful dishonesty pays

As puppies we’d pompously brag

That there’s nowt that can beat an Old Shag.

 

But youth is impatient and takes pleasure fast

But the quicker you quench it the sooner it’s passed

The longest ride’s had on the horse that comes last

So savour...

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JOHNNY'S

A recent trip to Brid prompted this.

Johnny used to run a second-hand shop on one of Brid’s back streets.  He was a dirty, fat old bloke who used to sit on a stool just inside the doorway.  I never saw him get off his perch: he probably couldn’t.

The shop stank of Johnny and contained a cornucopia of tat.  If you wanted anything you brought it to Johnny and gave him the money as he sat on hi...

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SOMEONE FOR EVERYONE (SHE CAUGHT ME SNIFFING HER PANTS)

An unrequited love poem

 

I’ve had some bad luck with the ladies

In truth, the fault’s down to me

You see, I’ve a niche peccadillo

That’s harmless, I’m sure you’ll agree.

 

I’d taken her out on a bike ride

We’d stopped at a café to eat

But when she came back from the Ladies

She caught me sniffing her seat.

 

A second invited me inside

An offer I couldn’t refu...

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THE LORD ALFRED SHIT-FOR-BRAINS OF CASTLEFORD

Let me say from the off that Alfie is a mongrel.  Oh, sure, my daughter describes him as a bijon fries something-or-other cross.  But the offspring of a pure Arabian and a pure-bred Asinara donkey is still an ass (or is it a mule, I forget).  So Alfie is still a mongrel.

An adorable little mongrel, I’ll grant you – to look at, at any rate. But a little shit when you get to know him.

Now, I’m...

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NOTTON OPEN GARDENS 2020

I laminate and post a few of these poems around the in-laws garden at appropriate points for this event. 

 

Geranium Bed

I have a hobby bordering mania

Taking cuttings of gerania;

“Not so!” your criticism comes

It’s plural is geraniums”.

 

Bird Feeders

These little rhymes made up of words

Just pale beside the songs of birds;

We keep these feeders fully stocked

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CRICKET CALYPSO (RAMADHIN AND VALENTINE)

You'd need to be of a certain age to remember Lord Beginner's original; or, indeed, Ramadhin and Valentine.

 

Cricket, lovely cricket

Old Trafford was where I saw it

Cricket, lovely cricket

So lovely you can’t ignore it.

Bowled out for just 129

England won by 269

369 was what we scored

A rattling knock from Stuart Broad.

Once upon a better time

You’d have Ramadhin ...

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"ONLY FOR OURSELVES"

Our grandchildren and great grandchildren will ask

"Who broke the world?"

And the tears of our ghosts will weep

"We did"

And they will ask us

"Did you not care?"

And we will answer

"Only for ourselves".

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HACK IN THE USSR

Worldwide fans may prefer to enjoy the poem without listening to the audio!  The opening E7 chord is perfect.  "Tits up" starts immediately after.

 

We’re seeking IT specialists to join our team

To supplement the Putin crew

Trade your western decadence for our regime

Come and join the chosen few.

And hack in the USSR

And work for the Tsar

Hack in the USSR.

 

We’re loo...

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CULTURAL APPROPRIATION

I was amused to see an article on this on today’s BBC News website.  It seems an American woman from Richmond, Virginia, stands accused of “cultural appropriation” for posting a video of herself doing that Irish Riverdancing.  Now don’t get me wrong, I fully support taking down posts of idiots dancing on the spot to the tune of an Irish whistle; not for reasons of cultural appropriation, but becau...

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THE VERGER AND THE MAGISTRATE

Nowadays I am one rung down from the fucking angels.  But I was not always so.  A re-post.

 

I moan these days about youngsters -

The chavs and the scuzzies and thugs;

Their swearing and gobbing and ASBOs -

Their smoking and drinking and drugs.

But I recollect I was no angel

And partial to that Special Brew

And me and my mate have knocked teeth out

And pissed in a doorwa...

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MACBETH - HISTORICAL DISCLAIMER

Readers should be aware that the play may contain outdated attitudes, language and cultural depictions which may cause offence today.  And nuts. And in no way does its publication, replication or production intend to justify, endorse or celebrate the morality contained therein.

In particular, we do not condone the stereotyping of the three witches as women with their associated body shaming whi...

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THE CONTINUING STORY OF THE WALRUS AND THE CARPENTER

A re-post from a few years ago and included in my epic tome "Proper Poems by John Coopey: t'Finest Bloody Poet from Chapel Haddlesey Ever To Draw Breath". Always happy to improve on the works of inferior poets like Lewis Carroll.

 

“The Walrus and the Carpenter

Licked their lips so sweet

And pondered their good fortune

At that tasty mollusc treat;

Then idly stretched to doze awhi...

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MISTRESS RACHEL

An attempt at mid-line assonance and end-line consonance. A re-post from 2012. (I no longer require a penile cage to restrain me!). 

 

In the mind and on the flesh sense the crop’s keen edge

Hear the swish and feel the thresh; Mistress will oblige.

One’s for you; the second’s mine; the third is born in rage

Three red welts in perfect line; Mistress will oblige.

Pain and pleasure ...

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THE 11 PLUS

Fellow Baby Boomers will no doubt recall that rite of passage that was the Eleven Plus.  For non-Boomers that was an exam every kid took at the age of eleven (as it happens) to determine your next educational path. Those who passed went on to the grammar school, those that didn’t didn’t. They went on to the secondary modern, and for the vast majority of the population that “cut” set the seal on th...

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BAME!

(You will see where I got the inspiration for this.  More than the inspiration, really.  I have just taken his piece and wrapped the song around it.  See first comment)

 

Baby, look at me

And tell me what you see

You try to be woke and polite

But BAME just means that I’m not white.

You don’t know what you say or do

With just two boxes – me and you;

How, morally, can this be...

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THE BATTLE OF WATERLOO

(History Made Simple.  A masterpiece of mine included in the anthology "Still Life with Wine and Cheese", celebrating all that's best about France.  A slim volume!)

 

There stood mud ‘n’ puddles where once there’d stood flowers

It bucketed stair rods for ‘ours ‘n’ ‘ours

It tested us patience; it tested us powers

To trudge to the port-a-loo

At the Battle o’ Waterloo.

 

We’d ...

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DECIMATION

(This might come across as a bit dewy-eyed.  In fact, although I made a good living out of it for more than 20 years, for the sake of the planet and my grandchildren, I don't mourn the loss of the coal industry)

 

Around the town of Barnsley there were 30,000 men

In hey-days of their glory; that was when

They worked the local mines for coal,

Descending down a half mile hole

To sc...

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THE STUPIDEST NATION ON THE PLANET

Following Brexit I had held the view for quite a time that we must be the most stupid nation on the planet; why else would 17m people vote for something when they didn’t know what they’d get (and still don’t for that matter).

Now I don’t want to downgrade Britain’s achievements in this department but events in the USA have caused me to re-evaluate my position.  Now, you might think I’m a bit sl...

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MURMURATION

(One of them there haikupis)

 

Prayers before bedtime

An homage to The Great One

Religion in flight

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THE BIG ISSUE 2

I write this piece for the many thousands of my worldwide fans with less inquisitive minds than my goodself.

It’s said that one of the differences between prose and poetry is that the latter tends to address many of the more weighty aspects of the human condition – death, nature, loss, love etc., and certainly I have witnessed several of you attempting a well-meaning put at these matters.  So i...

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WHAT I COULD HAVE LEARNED IN LOCKDOWN

I could have baked a wholemeal loaf

Or set tomato seeds

I could have made a tenon joint

Or learned to iron a shirt.

 

I could have planted taters

Or learned to make a fire

Or mixed up concrete with my dad

Or learned the call of birds.

 

I could have watched the stars at night

Or edged and mowed the lawn

I could have gone on nature walks

Identifying trees.

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LET THE HEARTACHES BEGIN

(What's all this bollocks about it being good for the mental health of the nation?)

 

Those days of heartache seem so long ago

But very soon I know

They’ll return on the TV and the radio;

This three month lock-down’s been so good for me

I’ve found it so stress-free

But now returns the misery

So let the heartache begin

It makes no difference – lose or win

And though we...

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SUSPENDED SENTENCE

I had an argument today (I’m quite a bolshie sod)

And one I knew I couldn’t win – an argument with God.

I know he is the Father of All Creatures Great and Small

And has no favourites in between; He loves them one and all.

And I had cruelly murdered one.  No question, it was dead.

I’d panicked when I’d seen it there – a spider in my bed.

 

I pleaded mitigation, “It's just an ar...

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TEARING DOWN THE WALLS OF HEARTACHE

What a bloody nonsense all this is.  This taking down of statues business.

Let me say from the outset that I deplore the killing of George Floyd and all the others who have died at the hands of police brutality.  I support the demonstrations in protest at this (peaceful and socially distanced, I add) although I do wonder what their aims are.  It seems to me that there are ample protections agai...

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DRAW THE MUSIC

We used to play a game with the kids when they were little to keep them occupied on long journeys.  It was called, “Draw the Music”.

The idea was simple.  I played a cassette of music and they drew or wrote what picture it made them think of.  The music had to have no words, of course, otherwise it suggested itself.  Classical music was good for this, as they had no pre-conceived ideas about it...

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LA VIE EN ROSE

(I thought this site needed a poem in foreign.  An homage to our trusted friends across the Channel)

 

Quand il me prend dans ses bras

Il me parle tout bas

Je vois la vie en rose

Edith Piaf, petit pain

And Zinedine Zidane

Depardieu with grand nose

No-one likes Charles Aznavour

Don’t mention Agincourt

It makes them tres morose

Ballets and Calais, aussi Charles de Ga...

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"GINGER UP"

I found  myself watching that pretentious piece of Old Shag called “Out of 10 Cats Does Countdown” some time ago, when a snippet of trivia got wedged in my napper.

You probably know the format; it’s a panel game hosted by some self-important prig with a laugh like a donkey and a couple of women “experts” - a looker who deals with some numbers and a dowdy looking piece that doesn’t.  Well, the d...

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HIDEAWAY

(A man afraid of his own people)

 

Hideaway (Come on)

A man with two feet of clay

A man who will talk True Grit

The truth of it

He’s full of shit

And needs to hideaway.

 

Hideaway (Come on)

Far from the light of day

Leaving behind this mess

Of black unrest

And their protest

Where he can hideaway.

 

Hideaway (Come on)

Far from the crowds that bay

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MICHAEL'S STORY

You might remember him as Billy Elliot’s best friend, the one who liked dressing up in his sisters’ clothes and wearing make-up.  We last saw him in the audience for a performance of Swan Lake, with a grown-up Billy taking the lead role.  On one side of him were Billy’s dad and brother; on the other, we assumed his black friend.  Michael himself wore woman’s clothing with little skill.

We were ...

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A BLACK LIFE DOESN'T MATTER ANYMORE

 

 

(A shocking disgrace that I should feel the need to repost this, as George Floyd adds to the catalogue of black Americans who died at the hands of the police).

 

There you go and, Trayvon, here am I

One black, one white, so one’s OK to die

No need to puzzle or to wonder why

Cos a black life doesn’t matter anymore.

 

Akai Gurney, Ford and Michael Brown

Eric Garner ...

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THE NAKED GARDENER

When I set out my bedding plants

I garden in my underpants;

Cos now we’re all in isolation

I’m free from risk of visitation;

The only time my theory fails

Is when the postie fetches mail

Or Tesco’s Gill brings us our food;

She asked me “Why not garden nude?”

I told her she’s a silly twit -

There’s always chance I’d kneel on it.

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IT'S CUMMINGS' HOME

(On the altar of poetic licence I have sacrificed the grammatically correct "Cummings's" for the grammatically incorrect "Cummings')

 

It’s Cummings’ Home

It’s Cummings’ Home

That farm was Old Man Cummings’ Home

(*2)

 

Talk about staying in your home

Don’t go out and don’t roam

Isolate on your own

You’re instructed to keep in confines

Or else risk a fine

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TALKIN' SAMMY'S HORRID DREAM MASSACREE BLUES

(A true story; in as much as any dream is true!)

 

Our Sam dropped by to wish us well

But also had a tale to tell;

Now, I could tell it but I’ll let Sam

Cos no-one tells one like she can.

That’s No.2 daughter…….Not quite right in the head.

 

“Last night I had a horrid dream

The worstest nightmare’s ever been;

As I was walking down the street

I got swept up and off ...

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THOUGHTS ON BREAST FEEDING IN PUBLIC

(A re-post from 2015)

 

I well recall some years ago

Before I had a car and so

I’d caught the bus to go to town

I paid my fare and then sat down;

A woman was sat next to me

(I paid no mind and nor did she);

And so in silence on our way

We journeyed, till I heard her say

“If you don’t eat up” she began,

“I’ll give it to this nice young man”;

I glanced and saw the...

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DON'T DO FACEBOOK ANYMORE

(My worldwide Facebook fans will have been perturbed by my absence)

 

Don’t do Facebook anymore

Di’n’t do Twitter too before

Yes, I’ve kicked them out the door

So you all now know the score

Don’t do Facebook anymore.

 

There’s no reason why I should

Read the posts of stupid cruds

I’d ignore them if I could

But I can’t; in likelihood

My responses cause bad blood.

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LEAD US NOT INTO TEMPTATION

I got to thinking about Temptation as a theological concept within the construct of The Seven Deadly Sins the other day. Worldwide fans will be aware of my ruminations on these from previous treatises I have posted in scholastic publications like Facebook.

Essentially I was trying to weigh myself on the balance of scales and decided that on Gluttony, Sloth and Greed I am banged to rights, where...

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BEAT THE DRUM

Let’s hear it for the doctors and the nurses on our wards

The thousands upon thousands who will never win awards

“They’re heroes” Boris now insists

He’ll soon forget - their worth dismissed

One tokened in the Honours List

So beat the drum for nurses.

 

Let’s hear it for the carers who look after Britain’s aged

Their contribution to the cause deemed unskilled and low waged

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BUDGICIDE

“I can’t remember if I cried

When I’d committed budgicide

But something touched me deep inside

The day the budgies died.”  (They were canaries, actually).

 

It was something that gained me a notoriety it took a long time to shake off.

During the year-long Miners’ Strike of 1984/85 management staff not in the National Union of Mineworkers were seconded to pits on safety cover.  Th...

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THE MAN WHO MADE MODERN BRITAIN

(Tonight's BBC1 screening of "Darkest Hour" and the VE anniversary prompted me to re-post this blog of mine from 2015)

 

It will not have escaped the notice of newswatchers that we have just marked the 50th anniversary of Churchill’s death.  Like him or loathe him, he was one of the great shapers of modern Britain.  So too was Arthur Greenwood.

In May 1940 Britain stood on the brink of de...

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I'M REALLY ENJOYING THIS LOCK-DOWN

I’m really enjoying this lockdown,

Though some of you might be appalled;

My life carries on unabated -

The difference is slight, if at all.

 

The pension rolls in as per schedule,

Curfew or none, come what may;

It’s just like a permanent furlough

Without a reduction of pay.

 

There’s little I miss about lock-down

There’s nowhere that I’d want to go

I’d rather be...

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LOCK-DOWN

I’m not a great socialiser - a bit of a Jonah as such

So what have I missed during lock-down?

          In truth, not very much.

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SIX WOOD WIZARD

(Everyone remembered him as the 1960's Pinball Wizard of Brighton seafront.  Shortly after, he married his childhood sweetheart, Elsie.  They would have been in their 60's now but he died a few years ago.  Elsie now has a new love).

 

Ever since I’ve been an old man I’ve played those wooden balls

Both indoors and on crown green , I must have played them all

But I ain’t seen nothing lik...

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FUCK THE NHS!

(Always happy to swim against the flow)

 

Don’t get me wrong, I’m first to say “I love the NHS”

A beacon of our Welfare State and free; but nonetheless

If I should see a nurse again you’re quite right to assume

In 40, 50 years or more – well, this would be too soon.

And seeing as you’re interested I’ll tell the reason why;

It’s all to do with what blokes do to pass the morning...

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YER PILUM

Your Roman pilum ranks alongside the English longbow as one of the great weapons of warfare.  At school, in Latin, we translated it as “spear”, which does it about as much justice as calling Beethoven a “pub turn”.
It was around 6’ long, the heavier shaft accounting for 4’, with a narrower spike of around 2’ at the business end.  The tip of the blade had a pyramidical point.  As a killing machine...

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NO PARTICULAR PLACE TO GO

Up in the morning to start your day

“What shall we do?” You hear yourself say

You realise then and you feel a berk

The Government’s said that you can’t work

Should you go out?  The answer is “No!”

There’s no particular place to go.

 

It’s 9am and the time is near

For cracking a can of lager beer

At 10 o’clock and you’re on your third

You’re starting to sweat and your ...

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"YOU LITTLE TOE RAG!"

Like me, you probably always thought a toe rag was some kind of cheesy-smelling rag you put on or between your toes, perhaps to help with your blisters.  Colloquially it was an insult denoting a worthless person.  But a visit to the HMS Trincomalee a couple of years ago put me right.

The Trincomalee is one of the last preserved fighting ships still afloat and is moored at Hartlepool Marina.  (H...

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SHALL I COMPARE THEE TO A SUMMER HOUSE?

(It's laddo's birthday today (deathday, for that matter).  I thought I'd give one of his more tiresome dirges a chuck-on with this facelift from my shed stable)

 

Shall I compare thee to a summerhouse?

Thou art more sturdy and more waterproof;

A summerhouse is for a great girl’s blouse;

Conservatories?  Thou thinkest me a poof!

Sometime too hot doth blaze Apollo’s eye

But when...

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THE BATTLE OF MEDWAY

(A true history.  Mostly)

 

You’ve all ‘eard o’  t’Spanish Armada,

‘ow King Phillip the Schofield of Spain

Singed ‘is beard an’ then ‘ow ‘is navy

Got stuffed in Elizabeth’s reign.

An’ at Trafalgar Lord Nelson

Gen them Froggies some stick,

But died ‘olding Oliver ‘ardy

‘is bicorn spelled out “Kiss Me Quick”.

 

I’ll bet, though, yer less well acquainted

Wi one ove...

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UNIVERSAL KILLER

(I had to do several takes of the audio.  I kept choking up)

 

She’s 5’ 2” and he’s 6’ 4”

She’s black, he’s white, it really doesn’t care

He’s all of 81 and she’s only 17

Its gift is death to each in equal share;

She’s a Muslim from Iran, he’s a Catholic from France

A rich man or a pauper on the dole

It’s a doctor or a nurse inside that funeral hearse

Who’s Bangladeshi o...

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"SCRATCH"

Was his nick-name because his surname include “itch” in it.  He was quite young, in his twenties I’d guess, fresh from training college, and an unkempt, fat bloke with irregular teeth.  His shirt always gaped above his trousers revealing his belly button.

He taught English at my grammar school and was a sadistic bastard.  This was in the days of teachers hitting kids with impunity or picking th...

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THE WORLD IN BLOOM

(A pic of my garden rockery looking swell)

 

We suffer at the World Cup from the Germans’ discipline

In rugby and in cricket it’s the same;

You’d think New Zealand and the Aussies too might let us win

Inventing as we did the bloody game!

 

But all good things, the saying goes, will come to he who waits

In time those foreign countries will admire us

As Britain plays the a...

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CLAIM OF PHONES (5G)

(I fear I will be taken out by the Illuminuminatti for posting this)

 

It’s all here on Facebook – something new

One more barmpot theory made for you;

Read all about the conspiracy

The virus Corona’s been caused by 5G

The story world leaders are plying are just packs of lies

I’ve read it on Facebook it starts when you eat Wigan pies

Then growing inside you, unsportsmanlike

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KEEP TWO METRES TO BE SAFE

Keep two metres to be safe

Keep two metres to be safe

Keep two metres to be safe, nothing but space between us

Anything less is risking lives away.

 

You won’t want to meet St Peter

You would rather be a death cheater

Dying from this would be a lonely affair.

 

Keep two metres to be safe

That’s the way that you must behave

Keep two meters don’t invade the space tha...

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PEE ON ME

(A re-post from 2017. In tribute to Bill Withers who died today.  Worldwide fans may recall the story which circulated 3 or 4 years ago that Donald Trump had, prior to his candidature for POTUS, engaged the services while he had visited Moscow of two prostitutes to engage in a little watersports.)

 

Some times in our lives

We crave that rain

That’s sweet as flowers;

And when it arri...

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STICKKITA WOK ON?

When I was a lad of around 19 and at university I had a holiday job as a labourer at “Billy” Bodill’s builder’s yard.  The minibus would pick us up about 7 0’clock and take us to the job.

It was a formative experience.  For one thing, I risked lung cancer every day travelling in the fug inside that van.

Then there was Gran.  Short for Granville, he seemed about 80 to my mate Bruce and me.  B...

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F*****G STAY AT HOME

(Warning: the audio is unexpurgated)

 

It’s been a source of some regret that I had missed my chance

To be a superhero with my kecks inside my pants.

I wanted to be Batman and to fight the city’s crime

I’d get hold of The Piddler and I’d make him serve his time.

Or whizz around like Superman, on guard by day and night

Looking out for phone boxes in case my pants got tight.

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WE DON'T NEED NO VENTILATORS (Brexit Before Breathing)

(It seems the offer was stuck in his spam box. I know many others who would like to stick something in his spam box)

 

We don’t need no ventilators

We’ve quite sufficient on the whole

We don’t need your respirators

Thankyou but we’ve got our own

Hey!  Britain!  We got Brexit done.

All in all it’s just another bad Boris call.

 

We will beat corona virus

Without the hel...

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LP's, SINGLES and 78's

I realise completely that this will not make sense to 80% of WOLers.  But, hey-ho, there are some clubs in life you just can’t join.

I sold my records when I went to university in the early 70’s, opting instead to tape them all before I flogged them on a Grundig reel-to-reel tape recorder.  Shame really, some of them turned out to be quite valuable; amongst them was an early copy of Bob Dylan’s...

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MY SWEET HOARD

(I have, rather belatedly, come to understand why people are stockpiling toilet rolls)

 

My Sweet Hoard

Ooh-ooh My Hoard

My bog roll hoard

At home is stored

I’m happy that I’ve bought ya

I got more than I oughta

In Tesco’s it was slaughter

But I nabbed all I could afford.

 

My Sweet Hoard

My bog roll hoard

We scratched and clawed

I took my sword

But now...

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I'LL BEAT THIS VIRUS WITH TOILET ROLLS

I’ll beat this virus

I’ll beat this virus with toilet rolls

I’ll beat this virus

I’ll beat this virus with toilet rolls

 

I’ve filled my trolley

I’ve filled my trolley with twenty packs

Enough by golly

Enough by golly for 12 months cack.

 

I fought a shopper

I fought a shopper who wanted one

I had to drop her

I had to drop her cos stocks had gone

 

I’m ...

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I HAVE SEEN THE FUTURE

I have seen the Future

And it is the Past.

Rationing and the blackmarket

Curfews

Rousing speeches from the Leader

And Death

Plenty of Death.

 

When your electrity and water supply  fail

When garbage rots in the streets

When there are not enough doctors and nurses to staff the hospitals

When the police force is denuded by sickness

When the Army is shooting looter...

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UNSKILLED LABOUR

The recent announcements about the Government’s points-based immigration proposals have prompted some discussion among a number of my Facebook chums on how, exactly, one job’s worth can be compared with another.  Care workers, for example, are often cited in this regard.

Well, there are instruments for evaluating the relative worth of jobs – I myself used to be a licensed practitioner of these....

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CORDUROYS

I’ve started wearing corduroy now I’m a certain age;

I’ve trousers both in red and brown but mostly I wear beige.

(The drawback, though, with wearing beige – it makes you look a dunce -

Is poor control at toilet times leaves piss stains down their fronts).

 

My pension doesn’t run to much, so mean I barely cope

But corduroy’s affordable in BHF and Scope.

Of course, I’d never w...

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A BLOWJOB A DAY

I think it’s remarkable false hygiene goals

Have prompted the hoarding of stores’ toilet rolls;

In Morrison’s, Boots and in Asda the shelves

Are empty as numpties bulk buy for themselves;

Despite the advice of the experts, the dumb

Believe that the virus will egress your bum.

But Brexit has shown how misinformation

Gets swallowed wholesale by a gullible nation.

 

And so ...

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TORY BULLY

Priti's been catty

To her staff, they say

Driving them batty

Both by night and day

She's a bully
Tory bully
She's a bully
Tory bully
She's a bully


Her mood's always ratty

Their life's been hell

Who's driving them scatty?

That's Priti Patel

She's a bully....


So I wrote this ditty

To spead the smell

That Priti's been shitty

That's Priti Patel

She's a...

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CRADLE - A TRIOLET

(I have just re-read Bernard Cornwell's excellent Stonehenge and was prompted to re-post this)

 

The cradle of all – the living, the dead                                                  

Where Sol and Lahanna hold thrones,                                                 

Where many a sacrifice leached earth red;                                         

The cradle of all – the livin...

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PHOTOS OF ME DINNER

When old gits gather, talk always turns to nostalgia – the size of Wagon Wheels and Mars Bars, for example.  A loose re-enactment of that Monty Python Yorkshiremen sketch.

At such a coven recently my mate remembered those pre-digital, pre-Facebook days of snapping a dozen photos on your Kodak Instamatic and taking the film to Boots to get it developed.  You’d collect your photos two weeks later...

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IN HIS HANDS

I stumbled across his funeral today.  I didn’t even know he’d died.

I was making my way into the Abbey for a tinkle and saw a couple of hearses outside.  I thought I could discreetly sidle down the North Aisle to the toilet when I bumped into the Verger just inside the door.

“Did you know him?” he asked.  I reached for his service sheet to see that it was a former colleague whom I knew from ...

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THE LUCKIEST MAN ALIVE

Driving up the A1 from East Midlands Airport a couple of days ago in this current spell of bad weather reminded me of an incident I was involved in around 20 years ago.  (On a related note, Storm Ciara made for a lively landing, I can tell you.  But it takes more than a spot of breeze to persuade Ryan Air to waste fuel diverting).

Anyway, 20 years ago, I was likewise driving up the A1(M) past D...

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AND SO THIS IS BREXIT

And so this is Brexit

And isn’t this fun?

We Leavers have won it

We’ve got Brexit done.

 

Two fingers to Europe

The Poles and the Dutch

We’re not xenophobic

Or racist as such.

 

So three cheers for Brexit

Remoaners, you lost;

We’re free now from Europe

Now let’s count the cost.

 

So, yes, that was Brexit

Remember this date

We’re soon to become th...

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WE ARE MILLENNIAL SNOWFLAKES

(The counterpart to my previous "We are the Baby Boomers")

 

We are Millennial Snowflakes

So PC and woke

Always wearing pained expressions

Suffering from acute depression

Being young is oh-so stressful

Life’s beyond a joke

There’s no-one suffers more than me

Why, yesterday most cruelly

I got no signal on 4G

I need a snort of coke.

 

And we Millennial Snowflak...

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WE ARE THE BABY BOOMERS

We are the Baby Boomers

Born after the war

In 1950 I was foetal

Then I grew up with The Beatles;

Our watchword’s always “Mustn’t Grumble”

Snowflakes we abhor

They’re owed a living they assume

They bleat about their stress and gloom

I wouldn’t give them elbow room

But show them out the door.

 

We are the Baby Boomers

Nearly now old gits

Jobs were plenty; we go...

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MILEPOSTS

It’s said that there are a number of mileposts you pass in your life which let you know you’re knocking on.

For example, when you’re young everyone identifies with the girl in The Beatles’ “She’s Leaving Home”.  As you get older your empathy switches to her parents – “Daddy, our baby’s gone!”

I have also noticed that when an airline pilot steps out of his cabin he looks like he belongs on th...

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YER NOTCUTTS SCONE

(I believe the price has gone up to £15 this year)

 

We bought our discount clubcard

It wasn’t very dear

Fo’ Notcutts Garden Centre -

Just twelve quid fo’ one year;

Besides percentage discounts

There’s coffee or there’s tea

Or even cappuccinos

That’s two a month fo’ free;

Now, reckon up two coffees

At just two quid a punt,

That’s forty eight quid fo’ the year,

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LOOK WHAT THEY DONE TO MY THONG, MA

(For the benefit of worldwide fans anxious to cop a glimpse again of Yours Truly in mankini mode - a re-post)

 

Look what they done to my thong, Ma

Look what they done to my thong, Ma

The posing pouch is very small, the waistband very long, Ma

Look what they done to my thong.

 

I can’t buy clothes off the shelves, Ma

I can’t buy clothes off the shelves, Ma

I need my basq...

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I CAN SEE CLEARLY NOW MY SPECS HAVE COME

("There's nowt for getting old" - my Aunt Flo")

 

I can see clearly now my specs have come

I can see pills that’s on my bedside tray

Gone is my need for library large-print books

I can read perfectly good if it’s arm’s length away.

 

I can chew proper now my teeth are in

No more rolling food round my gums

No more Angel Delight and chicken soup

It’s gonna be pie, steak...

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THE MAN

I recall hearing a story once – I think it was from the Bible – about someone who cried only twice when his father hit him.  Once was the first time when he cried because it hurt.  The second was the last time his father hit him and he cried because it didn’t – he realised his ageing father was dying.

I too recollect a similar incident.

I’d guess I’d have been around fourteen years old and m...

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"YA CHEAP LOUSY FAGGOT"

I was dispirited, but not at all surprised, by the stir caused by the use of the word “faggot” in Nessa and Bryn’s rendition of “The Fairytale of New York” during “The Gavin and Stacey Christmas Special”.  And equally disappointed to hear Ruth Jones and Shane MacGowan’s defensiveness towards it. I’d rather have heard them say “WYV and man up!” (Further clarification of those initials would certain...

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OH JEREMY

Oh Jeremy, Oh Jeremy

Pathetic were your chances;

Because of you the barmy Left

Let Boris win with daylight theft.

Your canvassers all heard it too-

They’d vote for Labour but for you;

Oh Jeremy, your legacy’s 10 more years of austerity.

 

Oh Jeremy, were we blind drunk

To think you had one ounce of spunk;

We must have been completely dense

To let you sit on Brexit’...

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