by Peter Bruffell | Feb 24, 2008 | Poetry
A Policeman patient was on the ward one day, To have his cartilage cut away. He was six feet tall, weighed sixteen stone, The kind of man when in trouble you’d phone. In bed seven, he did stay, He laughed and joked the day away. Christine and Justin had him in their...
by Peter Bruffell | Feb 18, 2008 | Poetry
Tony Blair, what did you do? When you sent to war, our brave and true, Did you think that this would help you win The hearts of Englishmen and their kin, Like Thatcher’s War, you did believe A quick victory you, would soon conceive But all you’ve done is cause us pain...
by Peter Bruffell | Feb 18, 2008 | Poetry
If I could turn the clock back And undo the things I said, I could be your friend again And not act as if you’re dead. If you could turn the clock back To undo the things you say, Life would be much nicer, We could smile more everyday. But the clock will not turn...
by Peter Bruffell | Feb 10, 2008 | Poetry
Last night I dreamed a beautiful dream That I went f or a walk with God, We strolled along a bright sunbeam Eating chips and battered cod. He told me that He loved me, And said, ‘He knew I loved Him too.’ He showed me things I wanted to see Like how He ‘made the sky...
by Peter Bruffell | Jan 30, 2008 | Poetry
Before I was born, there was nothing for me I was not even listed in my family tree. I was not yet a twinkle in my father’s eye, Nor was the wind that blew in the sky. My day of creation, cannot be confirmed From one cell to the next, into flesh I was turned. In my...
