by Paddy Slevin | Nov 17, 2007 | Poetry
When Jack was a lad of about three foot four, He lived in a house at the edge of the moor. The soldiers would pass by his rose-covered door, And Granddad’s eyes twinkled at memories of yore. “They sowjers baint sowjers as usually seen. ‘Cause all on ‘ems wearing their...
by Paddy Slevin | Dec 4, 2006 | Poetry
I’m up a chuffin’ ladder, fixing chuffin’ fairy lights. Me ‘ands are chuffin freezin’, and I’m scared of chuffin’ heights. It’s the same each chuffin’ Christmas. It’s such a chuffin’ chore. When the chuffin’ season’s done, then they’re chuffin’ down once more. Then...
by Paddy Slevin | Nov 9, 2006 | Poetry
From Stow-on-the Wold, (Where the wind blows cold) Fosse Way to Lower Slaughter, At The Coach and Horses, take a left, Into Bourton-on-the water. ———————————————— How I...
by Paddy Slevin | Nov 3, 2006 | Poetry
Could I have a Breitling watch? I’d rather like a case of Scotch. A weekend please, for two, in Rome. A place that I could just call home. A Sindy doll, with long blond hair. New carpets for the hall and stair. Electric cars on GT track. My son home safely from Iraq....
by Paddy Slevin | Nov 3, 2006 | Poetry
The shift began at 2pm. On a Friday Christmas Eve. Unhappy few, unlucky crew, Who don’t get Christmas leave. Two minutes in, the three nines bell Rings out its strident pitch. “RTA at Limetree Lane. Three cars, one in a ditch.” Blue lights on, plus yelp and wail, To...
