John Thorkild Ellison

The day my doctor died of smoking
I bought myself a fat cigar -
I realised he must be joking,
His funeral was so bizarre:
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Outside the surge of the wind, the wind in the trees,
The rush of leaves, and the sighing in the pine-needles,
Outside the sound of the sea-shore, distant, remembered,
The waves breaking on the gray rocks, and the evening approaching,
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</>Blond bicycles writhe in the swimming pools
of dark professors.
'What rubbish! ' you say, but I've seen it myself:
Blond bicycles writhe in the swimming pools
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In spite of my pain,
Inexplicable sweet strands of soured mist twist
In the echelons of salt streams,
The fist of kings is lost in the parting waves,
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Through the window the still yard.
A cat runs across and disappears through the slender doorway.
What to do on a day like this?
Such emptiness!
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I wandered in a dream
And heard bluebells chime by the water,
Saw unicorns drink from the stream
And heard wild, whirling elvish laughter.
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You've finally made me realise
Love's just a squirt between the thighs.

I thought it was so much more!
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Sing a song of Hitler
(Unless you'd rather die) ,
Five-and-twenty Nazis
Baked in a pie;
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Come be my Valentine
And make me dance with joy;
I'll give you babies, one, two, three,
A girl, an alien, and a boy.
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I went to the concert to see The Doors -
Man, you should have been there and heard the applause!
Jim Morrison had done his thing,
The fabulous, beautiful Lizard King,
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When I was nearly round the bend
I turned to you,
I had a drink or two,
I thought that you would help, False Friend!
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Winter:
Inside the embers glow in the grate
While the garden quietly suffocates in snow.
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I walked by the river
Where it is usually so quiet and peaceful.
Crazy kids on motorbikes sounded
Like trapped bluebottles in a summer kitchen,
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I've listened to your hype
And it leaves me cold,
You're simply not my type,
I'm much too old
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Don't fight for England anymore,
Don't fight for the chaps at the corner store,
Just go back home and close the door
'Cos England isn't England anymore.
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O God our Help at two o'clock,
Our Help at half-past three,
What do You do at four o'clock
When we are having tea?
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Please be quiet, little friend,
You're driving me right round the bend!
I'm sick and tired of your whining voice,
You're giving me no other choice
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When things cut up rough
Don't waste a life,
It isn't tough
To use a knife,
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What did she miss the most?
Let's guess!
Did she miss his touch or his voice?
His fingers lovingly fingering
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