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Poems to make you smile (and cry) about everyday life by Paul McCann
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You are welcome to share my poems, but please acknowledge the source and don’t take them as your own.
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The Lifts Not Working
By Paul McCann
On The First Floor
Elevator shaft .
People waiting for the lift .
Down on the first floor .
On The Second Floor
How can we get down .
Elevators broken down .
Up in the top floor .
On The Third Floor
What are they doing ?
We're stuck here on the third floor .
The lift's not coming .
On The Top Floor
We better get down .
From the top floor to the ground .
Take the fire escape .
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Plumbers Sparks And Brickies
By Paul Mc Cann
Well who else but a brickie would lay down a house for you
with blisters on his blisters and a back near broke in two.
The homes we buy and sell
and the others that people let,
are mixed in brick and mortar
with barrows of brickies sweat.
You've got to get the lead out
if you want to get ahead,
today the go is copper and the waters soft instead .
Its a plumbers plight all right
digging down in ditches deep,
putting in the sewerage pipes and fixing a dripping leak.
Many hands make light work but a sparkie brings it inside ,
through wires of many colours on a one way ticket ride.
Bless the brickies,
sparks and the plumbers well skilled at their trades,
for if not for people like these
we'd have to live in caves .
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Throw The Day Out
By Paul Mc Cann
It was one of those days when I had to keep cool .
The bus had left and the kids weren't going to school .
The baby was screaming and going up the wall ,
I hung up the wash as the rain started to fall .
Inside all the children ran to answer the phone ,
While I for an instant stepped in the twilight zone .
I was faced with the housework and nowhere to turn ,
a knock came to the door ,
the lunch started to burn .
I tried and tried and couldn't get anything done ,
it was total mayhem ,
disaster struck at one .
I tried to bake a cake and almost broke a leg ,
I had the ingredients ,
all except an egg .
The cake became a Frisbee I had learnt to throw,
I kept my cool as the day went out the window
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Reforms For An Imperfect Society
By Paul McCann
No surprises , there shall be no reprisals in what I see .
No answers ,
No promises ,
No changes ,it's just how it must be .
No justice for innocent victims who's virtues pay the dirt.
No protection in the home .
No compensation for the hurt .
No credit where it's due .
No debt it's all global free trade today .
No drink for drinkers who say society must pay their way .
No sobriety for the righteous who say they can't be wrong .
No drugs on the street .
Addicts with habits will have to be strong .
No point trying to be straight about things,
for you won't get on .
No caring for the weak who can't change their own situation.
No rewards for those who work hard .
No sport .
No recreation .
No food for the hungry .
No charity for the homeless poor .
No paid jobs .
No dole !
No more feeling financially secure .
No assets .
No investments .
No luck except of course for bad !
No place for the sick or aged .
No comfort for those who are sad .
No funding for the departments of health and education .
No hope for the family of a future generation
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