I love England.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group

England forever green grass and rolling hills and happy people, that is what this poem is all about, but told in a hard rough manner. you either like it or you don't.

I may be old and grey and thin on top and only have a tiny
cock, and occasionally I do wear odd coloured socks,
and it has been know from time to time, for me to smell
of parsley wine and stale urine, but I don’t really have
the time for you to lecture me.

I’m soon to become a wealthy man with my own goldmine
in Kyrgyzstan now I’ve sent off my last to ten grand to
Stan the man, and his wife Fran.

My one-way ticket will soon be here and then its goodbye,
farewell my dear. I will soon be leaving this scepter'd isle
with a cheery wave and uncertain smile. Off to build my
castle grand, rising up from the Bedouin sands in a
distant ancient far-off land.

My one-way ticket did not arrived and it came as no
surprise.The police arrested Stan the man and his wife Fran,
it’ was all to do with a goldmine scam, but happily
I got back my last ten grand.

With my future plans in disarray I have now decided to stay.
There will be no more get rich schemes coupled with
ambitious dreams. Back too normality now for me, with my
feet up watching good old films on TV.

Saturday afternoon will find my mates and me inside the
grounds  of Fulham F. C. And with the final kick of the ball
and the scor line standing at double fuck all we will move
on to the snooker hall, and after a few games and our
usual pie and chips we will go on to the nightclub and
watch the young girls strip.

At the end of the night after the laughs and the beers,
I will say goodnight and cheers; returning back to my
gaff and with my old black cat softly purring on my
lap, I will lookout across the bay and shout with joy
what a wonderful, magical, marvellous day,and to
think I nearly threw all that away.

I love England.

Submitted: April 19, 2020

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This is actually pretty cute, JT. I want to point out two things. The first is that your poem would benefit from rearrangement such that the rhyme becomes more noticeable to the reader. I can show you how if you like.

The second is that you start your poem presumably lecturing your wife about how you're going to get rich on this scheme, but in the middle of the poem find out you were taken, then revert back to your usual lifestyle. So, your first three stanzas could be changed to past tense to correct that. Do you see what I'm talking about?

Sun, April 19th, 2020 4:39pm


Hi, DampKitten. Thank you for your constructive comments. The poem was not toward a moaning wife. It is of an older guy who is being scammed and he is getting stick from his mates who can see what is happening but he is to set in his ways to take notice of them that is until the police become involved.
All my poems try and tell a story in rhyme and some are better at it than others, however, you’re ideas would be welcomed.

My moan is simply no-body is reading my posts and if they do, they can’t even be bothered to leave a comment.

Sun, April 19th, 2020 11:48pm

Amy F. Turner

I've missed these little quips from you. It's been a while but it does amuse.

Tue, April 21st, 2020 9:27am


Hi, Thank you, It's good to be back :-) Will post more as and when.

Tue, April 21st, 2020 3:29am

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