Sheep's Clothing

POETRY BLOGROLL
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SHEEP'S CLOTHING

Nigel was a perfect gent;
I knew that from the start.
He was just the sort of well-bred chap
To win my timid heart.
He wore a tie, while Max and Jim
Were always rather rumpled.
His clothes were always perfectly pressed;
He was never creased and crumpled.
Being a ladylike sort of girl
I admired his savoir faire
I thought the two of us would really click,
And end up as a pair.
He had a job at the local bank;
Not well-paid but secure.
And all his conversation
Was beyond reproach and pure.
Max and Jim told dirty jokes
And guffawed in their beer.
Nigel never stooped so low;
He really was a dear.
It was fine on the journey home
Until we turned the corner,
When, suddenly, he turned and said
'Let's strip off in the sauna'!
I was completely flabbergasted!
He must have seen me wince.
But he really won me over
And we haven't looked back since!
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MANDERLEY

'Last night I dreamt......' now there's a phrase

That I use very rarely.

You see, I hardly ever dream

So Life's treated me unfairly!

Of course, I dream or so I'm told,

But I just have no recall.

Where others see a mural,

I have a blank black wall!

*

Friends tell me of romantic nights

In the arms of famous stars!

Or they drive to exotic places

In expensive motor-cars!

Or they're six again, or ten, or three,

Or even twenty-one!

Or, in their dreams, they play tennis,

Or swim, or vault or run!

*

As soon as my head hits the pillow

The velvet curtain falls.

No time to even read a book

Or gaze at my four walls.

In a second it's tomorrow

And the sun is shining brightly!

This is the story of my life

And it's repeated nightly!

So I have no adventures,

And nothing at all that's mystic!

All is terribly here and now

And utterly realistic!

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I've had a couple of nightmares

The result of indigestion!

But I didn't care for those at all!

Utterly out of the question!

Am I grateful for my dreamless sleep?

In a way it's quite a boon,

But I have to say that morning

Often arrives too soon!

And I have to say I feel cheated

Out of all the sounds and sights

That inhabit the dreams of the dreamers

During wild and colourful nights!

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What if I wrote a novel

And the opening line should be

'Last night I never dreamt at all.....

Not even of Manderley!'

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*Note: the novel,  is the reason I have a daughter called Rebecca! It was only later I realised I'd given her the name of the villain!