Neil McGreevy Poems

I'm on the road to nowhere
it's a place I know they grow hair
and I know a man with no hair
so I'm on the road to nowhere
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You speak of the rule of law
but I've heard it all before
it can only be described as obsolete
when the one who does the crime
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I shot an arrow into the air
it fell to earth I know not where
but when I heard a strangled cry
I knew it hadn't gone that high
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I'm having a lovely day
my pension is late, I'm putting on weight
my joints are creaking, the boiler is leaking
I can't find my keys and I've run out of cheese
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Oh, to be in England
now that April's there
fish & chips, candy floss
and sun hats everywhere
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The PM stood on the burning deck
whence all but he had fled
financial crisis round his neck
and nothing in his head
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The sky was black as a hangman's heart
cold mist hung like a shroud
rain lashed down on the windswept cove
from the dark and stormy clouds
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My head sits on the upper deck
squarely perched upon my neck
it's quite a cozy habitat
a handy spot to put my hat
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The boy stood on the burning deck
whence all but he had legged it
waiting for a word from dad
not knowing dad had pegged it
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Here is a poem wot I wrote
so short, and yet so simple
I'd rather have you on my lips
than a cold-sore or a pimple
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