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    Friday Poetry Corner

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    Give me a Doctor by W. H. Auden

    Give me a Doctor partridge-plump
    Short in the leg and broad in the rump
    An endomorph with gentle hands

    Who'll never make absurd demands

    That I abandon all my Vices
    Nor pull a long face in a Crisis
    But with a twinkle in his Eye

    Will tell me that I have to Die.

    #2
    Alfred, I mean well but I fear your cheese has slipped from its cracker

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      #3
      It's been an awful long time since I been home,
      But you won't catch me going back down there alone.
      Things they said when I was young
      Are quite enough to get me hung.
      I don't care! I don't care!

      They came and took my Dad away to serve some time,
      But it was me that paid the debt he left behind.
      Folks said I was full of sin, because I was the next of kin.
      I don't care! I don't care!

      Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo!
      I don't care! I don't care!

      Folks were out one night to put me up a fence,
      And you can guess that I've been running ever since.
      Ain't no one that's 'bout to help,
      And I'll keep on, I tell myself.
      I don't care! I don't care!

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        #4
        Yesterday upon the stair
        I saw a man that wasn't there
        He wasn't there again today
        I wish that man would go away


        One fine day In the middle of the night
        Two dead men got up to fight
        Back to back, they faced each other
        Drew their swords
        And shot each other



        (\__/)
        (>'.'<)
        ("")("") Born to Drink. Forced to Work

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          #5
          Originally posted by bekarovka View Post
          Alfred, I mean well but I fear your cheese has slipped from its cracker
          I'd rather stay here - with all the Madmen
          Than perish with the Sadmen roaming Free


          Day after Day
          They send my friends away
          To Mansions cold and grey

          To the Far side of Town
          where its pointless to be High
          Cos its such a long way down

          Here I Stand
          Foot in Hand
          Talking to my Wall
          Im not quite right at all


          Zane Zane Zane
          Ouvre Le Chien

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            #6
            Mother do you think they'll drop the bomb?
            Mother do you think they'll like this song?
            Mother do you think they'll try to break my balls?
            Mother should I build the wall?
            Mother should I run for president?
            Mother should I trust the government?
            Mother will they put me in the firing line?
            Mother am I really dying?

            Hush now baby, baby, dont you cry.
            Mother's gonna make all your nightmares come true.
            Mother's gonna put all her fears into you.
            Mother's gonna keep you right here under her wing.
            She wont let you fly, but she might let you sing.
            Mama will keep baby cozy and warm.
            Ooooh baby ooooh baby oooooh baby,
            Of course mama'll help to build the wall.

            Mother do you think she's good enough -- to me?
            Mother do you think she's dangerous -- to me?
            Mother will she tear your little boy apart?
            Mother will she break my heart?

            Hush now baby, baby dont you cry.
            Mama's gonna check out all your girlfriends for you.
            Mama wont let anyone dirty get through.
            Mama's gonna wait up until you get in.
            Mama will always find out where you've been.
            Mama's gonna keep baby healthy and clean.
            Ooooh baby oooh baby oooh baby,
            You'll always be baby to me.

            Mother, did it need to be so high?

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