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
To The Garden, near the “Jackoozy” No Skinny dips in sight, Just Grippos eating chinky in the quite of the night. To the Garden with the Robin who looks so overfed, It’s a shame about the Goldfish we think he may be dead. To the Garden with the jam-pot with the water...
by David Killelay | Nov 29, 2007 | Poetry
Sheffield City, well known to us all Now it is famous, for a poem the wall This City of steel now sounds quite perverse New glamour is brought, by this skyline of verse Will simple folk like me, with time? Wonder why the poem don’t rhyme Leaving school, with simple...
by David Killelay | Nov 29, 2007 | Poetry
A Rum Maiden in a raffle he gave a great big sigh It is a must to try and win, to help an old GI. He tried to buy a ticket but the seller wanted a snooze See me in the morning ill have slept of all this booze He left his eggs and bacon a fiver in his hand The seller...
by David Killelay | Nov 29, 2007 | Poetry
Glad the move went well to Evesham Road But sad you’re standing in the cold Of course your Mother knew the best To keep you warm and wear a vest A craft stall at Ledbury, could be evil Surrounded by things, so medieval You do this of course for your great love Neil So...
