Roger McGough

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A couple of my favorites:

The Trouble with Snowmen

'The trouble with snowmen,'
Said my father one year
'They are no sooner made
than they just disappear.

I'll build you a snowman
And I'll build it to last
Add sand and cement
And then have it cast.

And so every winter,'
He went on to explain
'You shall have a snowman
Be it sunshine or rain.'

And that snowman still stands
Though my father is gone
Out there in the garden
Like an unmarked gravestone.

Staring up at the house
Gross and misshapen
As if waiting for something
Bad to happen.

For as the years pass
And I grow older
When summers seem short
And winters colder.

The snowmen I envy
As I watch children play
Are the ones that are made
And then fade away.
"Ah, life is a gate, a way, a path to Paradise anyway, why not live for fun and joy and love or some sort of girl by a fireside, why not go to your desire and LAUGH..."
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  • we've ignored eachother for a long time
    and I'm strictly an indoor man
    anytime to call would be the wrong time
    I'll avoid you as long as I can

    When I was a boy we were good friends
    I made pies out of you when you were wet
    And in childhood's remembered summer weather
    We roughandtumbled together
    We were very close

    just you and me and the sun
    the world a place for having fun
    always so much to be done

    But gradually I grew away from you
    Of course you were still there
    During my earliest sexcapades
    When I roughandfumbled
    Not very well after bedtime
    But suddenly it was winter
    And you seemed so cold and dirty
    That I stayed indoors and acquired
    A taste for girls and clean clothes

    we found less and less to say
    you were jealous so one day
    I simply upped and moved away

    I still called to see you on occasions
    But we had little now in common
    And my visits grew less frequent
    Until finally
    One coldbright April morning
    A handful of you drummed
    On my fathers waxworked coffin

    at last it all made sense
    there was no need for pretence
    you said nothing in defence

    And now recently
    While travelling from town to town
    Past where you live
    I have become increasingly aware
    Of you watching me out there.
    Patient and unforgiving
    Toying with the trees.

    we've avoided eachother for a long time
    and I'm strictly a city man
    anytime to call would be the wrong time
    I'll avoid you as long as I can
    "Ah, life is a gate, a way, a path to Paradise anyway, why not live for fun and joy and love or some sort of girl by a fireside, why not go to your desire and LAUGH..."
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