by David Killelay | Nov 29, 2007 | Poetry
Beverly’s loss was the Guide Dogs Gain It Hides my tears and soothes my pain This year has gone by it seemed to whiz I’ve been helped so much by my old friend Liz Walking along with her Guide Dog Chris His bright shining coat is hard to miss With All my friends to...
by David Killelay | Nov 29, 2007 | Poetry
Have you seen my briefcase, Bright & Shiny, New! If you come to ‘A’ shift you can have one too. I’m being groomed for stardom Right up to the Top Then I’ll pull the Frippit at the Cleethorpes Hop. At the Disco Music I will squirm and dance telling all the...
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...
