»
Archives
»
Open Poetry #31
»
Mary's mother
| Open Poetry #31 |
|
Mary's mother |
|
|
DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
Joking Apologies for the English English plus the English slang of course - we just dont keep the Colonies in check these days ************************************************** Mickey was the least they took Air was fresh today Spraying under her arms Took your breath away Money wasted her mother said A man Take you away He wont be interested in your arms He'll have other games to play And score Cold's coming in Your mouth not your arms You'll spray And wobbling your backside around That you rue This day Why dont you go for Jimmy I spoke to his mother today He's got no aires and graces Nor favour on the way Eat your beans Weight's lost on you All those potatoes In the stew We need the money Factory will see you through Don't be late Your early shift And I check the shift You're wearing I'll speak to Brenda Morning Tell her You'll walk with Jim Only right Us being so close Their's a fresh air Coming in And I dont want strangers In this house Nor a bit of sin |
||
| © Copyright 2004 Dave Page - All Rights Reserved | |||
Nightshade 
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Awww...I see now. Very interesting. Tell us more please? Chris  "At one glance |
||
|
DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
Nightshade Many thanks for your encouragement. Mary 'in my mind' was a factory worker finding happiness where I suppose some of us wouldn't look and would sneer. The idea came from two songs and I haven't really stolen the words. Ralph McTell and Roger Whittaker are two little known English singers - Roger sang "Durham Town" and Ralph "Factory Girl". I suppose the "Flying Pickets" also echo'd an idea as well. regards Dave |
||
|
|
⇧ top of page ⇧ |
|
| All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. | ||
