by Paddy Slevin | Jan 1, 2006 | Poetry
There’s a few clever steps, so I’m told, That will lead me to silver and gold. And they say that there’s rubies, and diamonds, and pearls, Which once was the treasure of Nottingham’s Earls Who lived at The Castle Without any hassle. Until it got burnt; by some churls....
by Paddy Slevin | Jan 1, 2006 | Poetry
Dark demons visit him at night, Nor yet disperse as day brings light. He sweats and shakes in mortal fright, And sees no peaceful end in sight. His face tells of his dark despair. No one to love, no one to care. Some people seem to fear his stare, Yet others never see...
by Paddy Slevin | Jan 1, 2006 | Poetry
I once had a mouse and a frog as a pet But they wouldn’t do tricks, so I spoke to the vet. He said, “Mice won’t do tricks, and nor will a frog. What you want, Poppy lass, is a cute little dog.” So I thought for a mo’, and I asked him right there, “Is there maybe a...
by Paddy Slevin | Jan 1, 2006 | Poetry
I’ll go astray, quite soon I’d say Just run away, have fun all day. Drink some booze. Take a snooze. Pick and choose. Win or lose. Eat when I like. Ride on my bike. Fish for pike or take a hike. Wear jeans too tight. Go fly a kite. Jump from a height. Watch stars at...
by Paddy Slevin | Jan 1, 2006 | Poetry
Nosher Knowles turned up last night, and brought his own pork pies, With Smudger Smith and Dinger Bell, in regimental ties. Tug Wilson propped the bar up with his old pal Chalky White. And Pearly Gates remembered supping fourteen pints a night. Topper Brown asked...
