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Poems

by
Deirdre Murphy

The Wet Day

The rain was pouring down
Quickly covering the whole town
People getting wet
People in a fret saying
Oh no what shall I do
My clothes are on the line
How about you?

Ducks are quacking having fun
People packing to go where there's sun
Children out in their wellies
Adults with their umbrellies

Plants and trees drinking
All the water
A lady putting a hood on her daughter
So that's what happened on
our wet day
As soon as the sun comes out
We'll be out to play.

Bored

When I try to express how I feel
I'm just told I am being unreal
There's always a person promising me
But soon I realise that promise will never be near me
The person always shouts a reason
Why it isn't true
But in my head I say I know you

On a Sunday rainy afternoon
Even your friends are away
But does the person stay
The adults are reading the papers
Softly drifting asleep
But me trying to be patient
The one virtue I cannot keep

The clock is ticking so violently
in my head
I might as well go to bed
If only the person had some time
The loneliness would never be mine.

My Dad

My dad hasn't watched TV since 1963
He would be lost without a laptop
He never seems to stop
You will see him in PC world
Or no Sherry FitzGerald

Work work work is his motto
Let's hope we'll win the Churchtown Lotto!
"I'm going to buy a Bar for "forrrrty" grand"
Michael better have this planned

No offence to my daddy
He's just a working laddy.