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Hello National Poetry Day, how are you?
There addressed, now it can fuck right off
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10-01-2020, 07:05 PM
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The Ballad of Reading Gaol, by Oscar Wilde.
Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night. By Dylan Thomas.
Mask of Anarchy. By Shelley.
Lake Isle of Innisfree. Yeats
But my fave must be London. By William Blake.
Never read a single poem till long after leaving school. Yet now, couple of glasses of Irish or a bottle of Red, The Works of William Blake and I'm happy as Larry.
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TS Eliot-The Wasteland.
Nothing else comes close
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The genius of Spike Milligan...
A Silly Poem.
Said Hamlet to Ophelia,
I'll draw a sketch of thee,
What kind of pencil shall I use?
2B or not 2B?
Bump!
Things that go 'bump' in the night
Should not really give one a fright.
It's the hole in each ear
That lets in the fear,
That, and the absence of light!
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10-01-2020, 07:30 PM
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'Twas once a transfer tide,
Players signing,
Ponners cried.
Lothe Lai, let no legs lighten,
the hallowed turf.
Grant arriving?
But 'twas Phil.
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One nil up and all was well
Dwight Gayle sending Villa to hell
Dont waste time!
Said the man in black
Consistency he doth lack.
Towards the end and level again
We were better in the main
Penalty!
Said the man in black
Consistency he doth lack.
Behind we were but still alive
Holgate goes down and not a dive
No penalty!
Said the man in black
Consistency he doth lack.
Ball is there just for you
Dwight arrives, the keeper too
Red card!
Said the man in black
Consistency he doth lack.
Oh no we say it can't be real
This ref surely is a Seal
Fuck you!
Graham Scott the man in black
Consistency he doth lack.
Piece o piss this poetry lark.