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Best Poems From
CHARLES M. MOORE
(1953 june)
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Pigs brew
I woke up one morning
and searched for a cure
from the pain in my head
from the long night before
I'd been to the pub
and as you might have guessed
I'd been served a strange brew
at the landlords request
As I searched in the cupboards
and got out some eggs
a pig came up to me
and asked how's your head
although I was startled
and thought this is strange
he asked me again
and brought in some friends
I looked out the window
and there was a sight
the pigs were arriving
by foot and by flight
I thought this is crazy
I must get a pill
and have a word with landlord
at the Pig On The Hill.
Charles M. Moore
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Pleasant Graysville.
It's just another day in Pleasant Graysville
the main street ordinary, never changed
the sky is never blue, the people never new
the houses still familiar and as plain
No monumental plans for Pleasant Graysville
no airports to be built or tracks for trains
you'll find no young folk here, the bar has just one beer
and the graveyard fence holds all their last remains
You'll never come and stay in Pleasant Graysville
there's no hotel or highway with it's name
it would be a one horse town, if you found one still around
and the locals don't like strangers anyway
The corner store still sells the same old candy
you won't find any supermarket chains
life's still the same round here, as it's been for fifty years
Pleasant Graysville's anonym'ity, it's fame.
Charles M. Moore
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Sacre Bleu
I asked, 'Yes'?
She cried 'No'!
Then on and on she had to go
like a gun ra-tat-tat-tat
screaming that she is too fat
up and down
she paced a beat
grinding teeth and stamping feet
then she grabbed her coat and hat
and stormed out of the door like that
So much for tea at Sacre Bleu
I just enquired
one lump or two.
Charles M. Moore
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Save a penny for a rainy day
They keep the cold at bay
with dreams of yesterday
when they were young and in their prime
And as the north wind blows
they watch the fire glow
sheltered in a home from their own kind
If you see them out in the street
they seldom shop, they seldom eat
save a penny for a rainy day
When they were fighting during the war
they kept the score by working hard
and watching loved ones pass away
I only hope and pray
that if we reach their age
there'll be some comfort in our time
We shouldn't have to fight
for what should be a right
of every woman every man
In winter they don't have enough heat
we've got cold hearts, they've got cold feet
save another penny for a rainy day
I wouldn't like to think when I'm old
out in the cold that I'll be told
you've got no future anyway.
Charles M. Moore
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