by Tom Mcgreevy | Aug 28, 2009 | Poetry
I envy my pet goldfish He never has to wash He never has to buy a drink And never carries ‘ Dosh ‘ He doesn’t have to shower Or dry his towels outside And even though he’s naked His bits he doesn’t hide On a scale of one to ten He’s quiet a slippery fish And that...
by Tom Mcgreevy | Aug 10, 2009 | Poetry
‘ Big bird, big bird, hot zone ‘ I scream into the mike Can’t let the chopper land here And let the enemy strike Not fair to put their lives at risk It’s bad enough our own Fifteen British soldiers Ambushed and alone ‘ Helmand Province ‘ we were told Was quiet this...
by Tom Mcgreevy | Jul 12, 2009 | Poetry
I really love my Weetabix I don’t know what I’d do If suddenly they stopped making them With nothing left to chew My Mother used to give me them For Breakfast every Day ” They’ll make you go quite regular ” To where she wouldn’t say...
by Tom Mcgreevy | Mar 6, 2009 | Poetry
I look back on my distant past The things I’ve seen and done The trials and tribulations The battles I have won The price of beer when I was young I can’t afford it now Existing on a pension As I take my final bow Chips inside Newspaper Fingers black with Ink No...
by Tom Mcgreevy | Feb 22, 2009 | Poetry
Who is it walks beside me As battles I do fight ? Who is it that protects me Whilst marching through the night ? I’ve been in conflicts round the globe And he is always there He’s at my side both day and night I’ve seen him someplace, where ? His features are familiar...
