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Peter Pacey Poems
Whilst working away in 8a Reminded I was of Faye Wray Who was grasped by an ape As a sort of a jape
Labour of Love
It's said that once upon a time A prophet in a power plant Was guilty of a shocking crime. By starting mystically to chant
Whilst working away in 6a A thought came to me so risque That I dropped my inflexion And found an erection
A clear Clarence Day muse And Hackney carriage queues And cough to work On this birth day.
Little scraps of knowledge sewn together for a chemise Is all I have in draughty world And the constant stitching, where the hem or the sleeve Is torn by the thorn of forgetfulness,
Wheel away, my special girl, Though you are not full Spurn the white bread tossed aloft As sinners fear the host
This getting out of your own way is tricky You can't absent yourself, quite Nor busy yourself too much in the actual spot What I must do is listen
My life's all for you, he said, recanting First nights' blaze of self, his head a glitter ball. All sincerity, he cupped her lovely face and kissed it Noting, as he did so, how she closed her eyes
The Iron Lady
On polyethylene wheels The Panavision locomotive Slows to its carpet halt A laser beam on gaffer marks the station.
Comments about Peter Pacey
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
Whilst working away in 8a
Reminded I was of Faye Wray
Who was grasped by an ape
As a sort of a jape
That fell flat; so has this; shall we pray?