Joanne West Cornish Poems

“Come and join me for a dance, ”
Said Patrick John to me.
“I’d love to, thank you sir, ” I say,
“But wait ‘til after tea.”
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I do not care for perfect hands
That never seem to have demands,
With perfect nails that never break
And cuticles that do not ache,
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Right at the top of the tip top stair
Sat little Joanne in a comfy chair.
So long had she clung to her loveless snare
That she quite forgot, in fact, it was there.
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Patrick Joe has the face of a schmo,
And he shouldn’t be asked for tea.
Patrick Mike has a nose like a spike,
And he picks at it with his key.
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Chocolate cupcakes and crumpets for tea.
My mother says clean up for my company.
‘Cause Mary Jane’s mother has called to inquire
If Mary Jane Lee can come play by our fire.
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