by David Killelay | Nov 29, 2007 | Poetry
An Old Gunners dinner a solemn affair Their hair now quite grey, instead of quite fair No parting in hairstyle, their shiny head Bald We remember the time, on the parade ground they called Over such a large distance, almost to far to see The clear cry came over REPORT...
by David Killelay | Nov 29, 2007 | Poetry
Gordon’s struggle now is over, after all these past few years Of fancy pills and treatment and many hidden fears May he keep a good watch over us as we go about our days. Perhaps we will have learnt from him and adopt his gentle ways We may not manage handsomely and...
by David Killelay | Nov 29, 2007 | Poetry
Flu Jab time is nigh on here So please drop in, as if for Beer Drop in centre to avoid a queue Have a jab and beat the flue Catch a bus, a cab or walk Come to the surgery for your yearly talk No teas or coffee or Xmas fare Just hard working staff who really care...
by David Killelay | Nov 29, 2007 | Poetry
See the big red Roo or Eastern Grey That comes to visit you each Day Advertise this, Have parties to stay, Best of all just let them pay Tea and sticky buns out on your lawn, You could forget the day your born Just the job when you retire, To this end you could aspire...
by David Killelay | Nov 29, 2007 | Poetry
He is with us, just to guide us, he is with us in our thoughts, and he is with us just behind us, back from all those foreign ports. He is with us, in the garden, he is with us in the bed, He is with just beside us, or do I mean the shed. He is with us, on our...
