NaPoWriMo 2017 Day Twenty

DAY TWENTY

FANCY PANTS NANCY

He gives and He takes we all mistakes

Horses for courses on different days

The way the egg breaks it’s all pains and aches

And nobody remembers September

Oh yesterday’s gone there’s no hanging on

But they say what goes around will still come

Scratching hypodermic needles and pins

So who knows what this September might bring

Go tickle tackle fancy pants Nancy

Everything’s up like a drone in the air

Sitting on top of the shelf looking down

Watching the tic on the old clock go tock

Binge drinking trying to forget she’s gone

Get ye back to the mushroom picking farm

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NaPoWriMo 2917 Day Nineteen

DAY NINETEEN

DRINKING GUINNESS

Drinking Guinness in The Cuan

Women waiting standing queuing

Holding folding betting slips

With Grand National day tips

Vicente my horse fell – rueing

From Strangford to Portaferry

Everybody was so merry

I drank Guinness she ate well

At Portaferry Hotel

Strangford Lough on Strangford Ferry

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NaPoWriMo 2017 Day Fourteen

DAY FOURTEEN 

DRIVING

Driving waiting for something to happen or not

She throws a butchers hook at me

I catch it out of the corner of my eye

She clocks me looking at her and goes all coy

Did you enjoy the movie she asks at last

Yes I reply comedy films are my favourite

She’s got a nice face but she’s as high as a kite

She looks away and keeps on driving

We must be nearly there by now it dawned on me

It’s almost daylight I said out loud but she didn’t hear…

Back at the hotel I say goodnight and lock my room

The guy next door is snoring - blowing the paper off the wall

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My Fun Song Portaferry is HERE

NaPoWriMo 2017 Day Eleven

DAY ELEVEN

ULSTER FRY

And maps and apps don’t move like people do

Paper carded cut out copies

Flowers dandelions and poppies

Freshen up and smell the roses

Talks for Ireland down the entry

Eats Wheaten Bread and Ulster Fry

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NaPoWriMo 2017 Day Ten

DAY TEN

TELE-PHONEY

Beautiful she can’t stop Talking

Loving everybody walking

All her time is taken making

Sweet tele-phoney-phobic calls

I’m clinging climbing up the walls

Still waiting for her at the halls

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NaPoWriMo 2017 Day Nine

DAY NINE

MOVE OVER CASANOVA

I’m standing on a chair hiding my eyes

High up above the traffic flow below

The skew whiff Albert Clock still goes tic toc

Where satellite dishes litter the streets

I’m looking at a city that is clean

Take pity on graffiti scrawl on walls

Back in the box (until she lets me out again)

Will she come out to play today?

Or will the magic fade away? And die!

Like some dead body walking on my grave

She’s got more luggage than an airport carousel

And I don’t know if I can juggle it too well

Oh she’s breaking my heart like yesterday

She’s pulling me to pieces anyway

And jig-saws aren’t her thing to fix me up

It’s all gimme the candy and be gone

Get back in your box with your cricket sox

Move over Casanova not tonight

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NaPoWriMo 2017 Day Eight

DAY EIGHT

HOCKEY STICKS

She thinks I’m fatter than my photo

So maybe if I won the Lotto...
Dating apps and hockey sticks

Hits my cricket box for six
She makes me feel like Quasimodo 

Miss Suffragette of the internet

With her neat little shampoo and set
Now we'll never be together

But I wish her well whatever
That beautiful girl I won't forget
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NapoWriMo 2017 Day Two

DAY TWO

TONGUE TIED

Tongue tied falling asleep

It gets better as the day goes on

Belfast is a million miles away

But the air plane is coming

And I have to fly and face the music

It will all be worth while

Smile a little take off and smile…

Somebody’s been planning this for ever

I really don’t want to let them down

Dreams come easy but reality fails

I’ll be there whatever the weather

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