Roger McGough Poems
|1.||The Sound Collector||8/18/2015|
|2.||Kinetic Poem No.2||1/3/2003|
|4.||The Time I Like Best||1/3/2003|
|10.||The Trouble With Snowmen||1/3/2003|
|13.||You And I||1/3/2003|
|15.||First Day At School||1/3/2003|
|17.||Let Me Die A Youngman's Death||1/3/2003|
Let Me Die A Youngman's Death
Let me die a youngman's death
not a clean and inbetween
the sheets holywater death
not a famous-last-words
peaceful out of breath death
When I'm 73
and in constant good tumour
may I be mown down at dawn
by a bright red sports car
on my way home
from an allnight party
Or when I'm 91
with silver hair
and sitting in a barber's chair
may rival gangsters
with hamfisted tommyguns burst in
and give me a short back and insides
Or when I'm 104
and banned from the Cavern
may my mistress
catching me in bed with her daughter
So you think its Stephen?
Then I'd best make sure
Be on the safe side as it were.
Ah, theres been a mistake. The hair
you see, its black, now Stephens fair ...
Whats that? The explosion?
Of course, burnt black. Silly of me.
I should have known. Then lets get on.