There once was a chap from Kilkerry,
Who's arms were as brown as a berry,
But the hue of his face
As he tied up his lace
Was as red as a bottle of sherry.
(Written Feb/March 1995)
quote by by John Carter Brown
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There once was a man with a mission,
To become an accomplished musician,
He would sit there and play
On his banjo all day
Praying soon it would come to fruition.
(Written Feb/March 1995)
quote by by John Carter Brown
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There once was a man on a diet,
Who was hoping to keep it all quiet,
But it came to the crunch
When he guzzled his lunch:
In his stomach there broke out a riot.
(Written Feb/March 1995)
quote by by John Carter Brown
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There was an old lady from Surrey,
Always dashing around in a flurry,
'Til she fell in the street
Breaking both of her feet
She won't do it again in a hurry.
(Written Feb/March 1995)
quote by by John Carter Brown
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There once was a young man called Seamus,
Supposedly an ignoramus,
He invented a chair
That could float in the air
And now Seamus is ever so famous.
(Written Feb/March 1995)
quote by by John Carter Brown
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All Over Your Face
When I see you, you smile as if everything is alright,
but I know your smile is just a mask for your hurt and sadness,
for the truth is written all over your face.
Behind your dark brown gleaming eyes I can see the tears you have cried.
It’s written all over your face.
I can even see behind your blush the anger wrinkles in your cheeks from you clinching your teeth. It’s written all over your face.
I can even see the hurt and disappointment you now carry in your soul.
It’s written all over your face.
I just want you to know my friend I’m there for you whenever you need a shoulder to cry on, an ear to vent in, and of course arms to hug you. I love and care for you and hope you can see that because it’s written all over my face.
Brown Eyed Handsome Man
Chuck berry
1956 released 1995 the teenkings: are you ready
Arrested on charges of unemployment,
He was sitting in the witness stand
The judges wife called up the district attorney
Said you free that brown eyed man
You want your job you better free that brown eyed man
Flying across the desert in a twa,
I saw a woman walking across the sand
She been a-walkin thirty miles en route to bombay.
To get a brown eyed handsome man
Her destination was a brown eyed handsome man
Way back in history three thousand years
Back every since the world began
Theres been a whole lot of good women shed a tear
For a brown eyed handsome man
Thats what the trouble was brown eyed handsome man
Beautiful daughter couldnt make up her mind
Between a doctor and a lawyer man
Her mother told her daughter go out and find yourself
A brown eyed handsome man
Thats what your daddy is a brown eyed handsome man
Milo venus was a beautiful lass
She had the world in the palm of her hand
But she lost both her arms in a wrestling match
To get brown eyed handsome man
She fought and won herself a brown eyed handsome man
Two, three count with nobody on
He hit a high fly into the stand
Rounding third he was headed for home
It was a brown eyed handsome man
That won the game; it was a brown eyed handsome man
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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An Alliterative Lament
One March Monday morning
A dark dismal day,
The snow slowly sleeting,
We wending our way.
Just two tired tradesmen
In life's lonely lanes,
Both thoughtlessly thinking
Of bed in our brains.
Temptation entreating us,
'Wait a wee while...
Why have you to hurry? '
It says with a smile.
But we will not wait
Or sit silently still
'Til the day's deeds are done,
We must make to the mill;
There to firstly fulfil
Our unchanging chores,
And to feel like two felons
Behind dungeon-like doors.
We will work at our weaving
For pennies, not pounds;
A lugubrious life,
Then a grave in the ground.
Written March 1995
poem by John Carter Brown
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The Dada Da-da da. (Call Everything By Its Proper Name)
So you call 'the rain' in pain.
In pain you call 'the rain'
the rain, the rain, the rain
that molten lava rain,
that beats the windowpane,
that is the blade tht cuts your face.
the rain that runs down swollen face,
water like lace,
water like lace on your face,
so the lace, lace, lace
traces your face, face, face
rain, pane, train
and everything' in pain.
The rain is the pain,
that cuts your face with a blade,
so your blood it runs like lace,
blood lace, bloodied lace,
on your face
your face, your face.
poem by Ursula De La Mer
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Crazy Tradesmen Rhymes No2
I used to know a fellow in the farming trade,
You could always tell his chickens
By the eggs they laid;
They were small like him
And between you and me
You would have to buy a dozen
If you needed only three.
Written Autumn 1995
poem by John Carter Brown
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Brown Paper Bag
Brown paper bag
Squalid incomplete
slumped to the side of the street
Like unwanted sacks of garbage
She left her track her smell
And like the brown paper bag
She had travelled well
She had a whole world in her head
Her first love
The man she wed
And the drink and the smoke
And the four o clock bloke
That returned with a bottle in a brown paper bag
And better days before
When she had carried her first round fruit
When the brown paper bag was waxed new
And he carried his bride to the door
Then the four o clock bloke
Full of stale wine and stale smoke
With a bottle in a brown paper bag
How he called her a hag
And that first punch to the floor
And the brown paper bags fell by her side
Crumpled and stained
And the liquor cans and the four o clock man
Who never spoke
Left her broke
Bones shattered in pieces
Flesh bare to the wind
Body out on the street
Skin tanned dirt brown
Hair matted locks
And two brown paper bags tied with string to her feet
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poem by Yvette Smith
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There once was a lady from Stroud,
Who wouldn't stop reading aloud,
She would do it in bed
To her husband called Fred
So he shot her, as he had avowed.
(Written Feb 1995)
quote by by John Carter Brown
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There was an old banker from Kent,
Who wanted back money he'd lent,
So he sent lots of letters
To all of his debtors
But found out that it was all spent.
(Written Feb 1995)
quote by by John Carter Brown
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There once was a dentist from Pilling,
Supposedly not a 'full shilling, '
But he'd drill your tooth out
And if none was about
He would craftily swipe your gold filling.
(Written Feb 1995)
quote by by John Carter Brown
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We're Sighing
We're sighing because it's just all we can do,
We've tried all there is just to get through to you;
You say that you'll try to be better next time,
We're afraid that, again, you're just using that line.
You don't seem to care how much trouble you cause,
And between your mad antics there's hardly a pause;
You drive in the wedge a bit further each time,
Your behaviour towards us we see as a crime.
What you want out of life is a mystery to me,
You will never be happy until you are free;
Free to discover it's not what you thought,
This bed of red roses, so eagerly sought.
You're blind to the fact that this world's a tough place,
You may find it bitter when you've had a taste;
All those who would help you have done all they can,
You've rejected us all, every woman and man.
You have carefully burned all your bridges behind,
By the things you have said, they were very unkind;
Every knot that was tied you have slowly undone,
The web of your sorrows, yourself you have spun.
(Written June 1995)
poem by John Carter Brown
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There once was a fellow called Campbell,
Very partial to having a gamble,
He was quite good at whist
But he couldn't resist:
He would cheat and then speedily scramble.
(Written Feb 1995)
quote by by John Carter Brown
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Little Juvenile Snobs
Little juvenile snobs
Are such terrible things,
They get uppish and don't give two hoots;
So you cut them hard back
Like you do in the spring
To a shrub that's too big for it's roots.
Written Feb 1995
poem by John Carter Brown
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Uncle Fred and The Sand Dance
Your Uncle Fred
on Christmas Eve
at Gran's house
when you were a kid
did the sand dance
wearing an old fashion
man's striped nightgown
and a red fez
(he got that in Egypt
during WW2
Gran said)
and brown
open toed sandals
and Uncle Ed
turned the handle
of the windup gramophone
where an old
78rpm record
was playing
and there were
glasses of sherry
being consumed
and cigarettes being smoked
and you sat watching
clapping your hands
and Gran would get up
afterwards
and do her Can-Can
like she used to
as she young woman
on the stage
and Granddad sat there
quiet saying nothing
looking at
the people gathered
sipping his sherry
watching his wife
lifting her legs
her white fuzzy hair
going to and fro
as she moved
and you wanted
to have some sherry
but your mother said
no you have lemonade
little boys
don't have sherry
so you sat
with your lemonade
watching Uncle Fred
and his dance
and the music coming
from the old gramophone
and the smell of sherry
and beer and cigarette smoke
and Uncle telling the adults
one of his old army jokes.
poem by Terry Collett
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Crazy Tradesmen Rhymes No3
I once knew a man in the woodworking trade,
He was noted for the quality
Of furniture he made;
It was very fine stuff
But between you and me
To commission Mr Fission
There was far too high a fee.
Written Autumn 1995
poem by John Carter Brown
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There once was a farmer from Wales,
Who's chickens could lay six inch nails,
They were hard to squeeze out
But the farmer would shout:
'I need them for mending the rails! '
(Written Feb 1995)
quote by by John Carter Brown
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There once was a chap from Calcutta
Who had, on the horses, a flutter;
But electronic bookies
Kept sending out cookies
Which caused him, with cuses, to mutter.
(Written Oct 2012)
quote by by John Carter Brown
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