Lindsey Priest

I am looking at a painting
Of a cottage by the sea,
The waves are lapping gently,
And someone ‘s beckoning me
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Have you ever been to Yorkshire on a bright and sunny day,
I know I am biased, but I really have to say,
There’s no better place on earth, and I’ve been to a few,
Yorkshire is the very best, well, that’s my view!
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Nought per cent finance, what a con!
Nought per cent finance, you’re having me on
That's the offer that brought me in here,
Buying this car is going to cost me dear.
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We are going to make a patchwork quilt
Before your very eyes,
To tell a special story,
Which will come as no surprise,
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Worry Worry Worry
That’s all I seem to do.
Worry about everything
Especially about you!
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Why am I always losing things?
Why do they disappear?
Here one minute, gone the next,
I’m sure I put them near.
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We have got to dress up at school,
I can tell you we all feel a fool,
Even the kids say that it’s not cool,
Persuaded to dress up at school.
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What is it with men and the remote control
Why can't he leave it alone?
He is switching from channel to channel,
Like a human metronome.
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Exploded,
Riotous colour,
Petals bright as sunshine,
Splashes of scarlet,
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Been to Las Vegas
Couldn’t believe my eyes
Searing heat and slot machines
Took me by surprise.
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I was looking at the census
For a relative of mine
A task I thought would be easy
Just trip down the family line.
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Beaumont Kaye of Fulstone
Born in Eighteen Seventy One.
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Sometimes I feel
That we never stop,
On this rollercoaster
We climb to the top,
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Write a happy poem.
What a great idea!
Forget those niggling problems,
Your head, just try to clear.
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Looking at my desk
I can see
All manner of mess
In front of me.
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This is the tale of a rabbit
Who lives near Ashcourt Drive.
Was born the runt of a litter.
So is lucky to be alive.
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Sometimes
Life doesn’t look so good.
There is something in the air.
Something menacing,
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At the foot of the hall staircase,
Leading to the door,
A circle of dried blood
Stained the stone cold floor.
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I’m going to write about my Grandad
Norman Newsome was his name,
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This is the tale of Umbrella Lil
Who walked the streets of town,
She was one of those strange people...
Who wander up and down!
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