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JAMIE

 

By

Laurence Kermode

 

 

 

Jamie came and Jamie went

Jamies dad said “Jamie’s Bent”

I didn’t think so at the time

I thought the lad was doing fine

Always polite and caring too,

A very civil “How are you?”

His dad’s shacked up with another dame

That’s the reason Jamie came

But now he feels pushed aside

No attention, mixed up inside

He got involved with a bad young lot

They thought it smart to steal and plot

Now poor Jamie’s incarcerated

Branded for life and always berated

Jamie came and Jamie went

Not much life for a young innocent.

THE MAN WITH NO HAIR

 

By

Laurence Kermode March 1990

 

 

 

I’ve seen a man who has no hair

But mummy says I mustn’t stare

His head is shiny and round his face

Are whiskers that fly out like lace

Why doesn’t hair grow on his head?

But covers all his face instead

Did he eat all his crusts when young?

And was he told to hold his tongue?

Did he play with boys and girls?

And did his mummy comb his curls?

Did he run and ride a bike

And eat the things he didn’t like?

Did he stay up late and watch TV

Or was he sent to bed like me?

I’ve seen him smile and whistle too

In fact he’s just like me and you

So how can a man who has no hair

Object to girls and boys who stare?

SPRING SONG

 

By

Laurence Kermode 1930’S

 

 

 

With breath of spring

The scent of perfumed woods to bring

With good companions and

A host of God’s great lovely things

Let’s whistle as we walk to ease our load

And help us on our way

Along some quiet country road.

BIRTHDAY BOY

 

By

Laurence Kermode 02/11/2003

 

 

I hear you’ve just turned seventeen

With working hands not always clean

A day I hope that brings you joy

Almost a man from a little boy.

 

Each day I see you clean your bike

A smart young man that people like

Life isn’t easy when you’re young

You do good deeds that go unsung

 

You try to please, no one listens

You polish your bike until it glistens

And then the damn thing goes on fire

With bonfire night within the hour

 

But never mind that awful day

Let us all shout Hip Hooray

For Kirk is seventeen today!
 

TT BLUES

 

By

Laurence Kermode 9th June 2000

 

 

 

Hark hark the dogs do bark

The blighters have come to town

They want a leak, you can hear them shriek

And no one can keep them down

As motor bikes roar

You can guess the score

It’s blood and guts all around

For dogs without leads

Give in to their needs

And lampposts are hard to find

So you who have pets

Take heed of the vets

Dont let your cat or dog roam

It’s fun to be out

But if it gets a clout

You’ll wish that your pet had stayed home.

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