by Bernie Shelton | Sep 3, 2009 | Poetry
Kevin the Keyhole Is a nasty old man Peering through keyholes Whenever he can Watching those ladies undress, Kevin the Keyhole Is a dirty old man Pity he is me Dad
by Bernie Shelton | Sep 2, 2009 | Poetry
Awaken him you say ? Why ? Is it not better to let him sleep See, he is at rest Peaceful. Better that then his righteous anger His swift and bloody vengeance on those Who would disturb his sleep of eons But be at peace yourself For it will surely come to past That...
by Bernie Shelton | Sep 2, 2009 | Poetry
He’s a scruffy little kid from Moss Side And he plays for the Moss Side Reds He practices each night By the scrap heap Him and his mates play the game One lots United the other lot City Playing the beautiful game. At school he is not the brightest Some say he’s got an...
by Bernie Shelton | Sep 2, 2009 | Poetry
They tell me that I have sinned A mortal sin at that For loving her I will suffer Forever in my mind Madness will be my curse All for loving her. The religion of the damned Gave me a light to see That heaven was just a step away From the burning fields of France Where...
by Bernie Shelton | Sep 2, 2009 | Poetry
I am so Magnanimous I am such a good person It is surely true That when I die I will go to heaven With Jesus and all the Angels And Betty Grable and, Because I am Such a perfect specimen of humanity That even the dogs and Whores of Babylon love me And because I love...
