Peter Rogerson

Across the moonlit sand they came,
Surging white across the shore,
The pounding of their sturdy hooves
Crescending in a mighty roar.
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Martin wasn't very old
When he was told he'd have to go
'We're cutting back you know;
They say another ten's sufficient
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Time gently fades

Behind the sunset of my life
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She spun the tangled web of truth
Into a fantasy of death
Arachnida adopting clothes
Which were more suited to 'Macbeth'
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A newly painted hanging sign
Adorns the Jolly Crofter's Inn.
Upon the olive drab, a rash
Of chippings form a pebble-dash
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Eyes meeting.

A glance
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No flowers for Susan
She wouldn't have liked
To see
Their tender stems
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An old man sat

On the branch of a tree
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The eyes which laughed until last week

Now weep, and tears run softly down her cheek,
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Two teardrops slowly falling down her cheeks
Can just be seen beneath her rain-soaked hair
So much in love is she.
Her smile belies
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As a dawn I lie awake
Contemplating how I'll make
Sufficient extra cash to clear
The overdraft, I quietly smile
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Charles Jerome's Dreadful Experience

The Honourable Charles Jerome
Resided in a Stately Home
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Why can't I be like the man on TV
With the natural smile and Silvikrin hair
With a flick of his perfectly manicured fingers
He summons the waiter who patiently lingers
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