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Clive's Poems
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Henry The Hedgehog
A short sighted hedgehog called Henry,
with the girl hedgehogs he did blush.
so you really must feel sorry for him,
when he chats up a lavatory brush.
Henry sweet talked it for hours,
but never was there a reply,
but Henry wasnt that smart either,
he didn't even wonder why.
well what about it then babe?
hoping that his virginity would soon go,
he frowned and thought" she didnt say yes!
but on the other hand, she didnt say no!
he tok his chance and climbed on,
his first legover since birth,
and for the next three hours,
went at it, for all he was worth.
the brush just sat there,
no movement. not even a spasm.
Henry wiped the sweat from his brow,
"how long before you orgasm"?
Henry fell off exausted,
on his back, he lit up a fag.
" i dont care what you thought, i enjoyed it!"
and smiled, taking another drag.
Henry died childless.
he never did become a dad.
there was only one reason for this,
cause his eyesight was so bad.
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Homeless
Aall alone on the city street,
in a door way, at night retreat.
my duvet is a coardboard box,
covering holes in my socks.
no address, and so no job,
scrouging pennies,from well dressed knobs.
I have no work, no where to stay,
and no money,so I cant play.
I left home, for the city lights,
now drink cider and get in fights.
so when your curled up in youre bed,
nice soft matteress, upon your bed.
maybe, thinking of how to pay a bill,
and your belly has had it's fill.
your well off, but you dont know,
I'll swop with you, come on,lets go.
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Poppies
A poppies field has no compare,
it makes you to stop and stare.
flowers so red, almost blood,
a green field, with such a flood.
beneath, animals search and sleep,
and there young, safe to keep.
grubs, mice, and tiny ants,
are all below,these majestic plants.
but with some, there are a twist,
poppies, with a poisonous kiss.
only one specie, not all of them,
makes a drug called opium.
so powerful, it drags yuo into a lair,
full of woe, and dispair.
so, beware! of such a lovely flower,
it can cause anguish, every hour."
All Poems written by Clive
E.mail Clive at artistclive@aol.com
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