Modern man
He dances
Modern man in trousers
Could lose some weight
Gain in love not hate
Yes, he's a modern man
He's out there on the town
Living life as best he can
Yes, he's a modern man
He'd shoot you down
If he liked it
But he'd rather
Dance with the bouncers
Yes, he's the modern man
Needs a beer
In his stomach
To keep
The butterflies
Turning into caterpillars
And then a Chrysalis
Yes, he's a modern man
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
She's got a new friend
I don't doubt it
She's got a new friend
I want to shout it
She's got a new friend
And it don't mean much to me
I wish I could win
Her in the end
But I know that now
I'm just her old friend
Yes she's moved on
Like a ship in the sea
And I'm out here on my island
well I'm not complaining
And I'm not drowning
I'm just sorry to see
Her ship leaving me
She's got a new friend
I don't doubt it
She's got a new friend
I want to shout it
She's got a new friend
And it don't mean much to me
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
E You're not my type G-E
Am I call it hype A G
Dm7 A little Am7 drunken Dsus4
D Tyke
Am Kind of tripe G-A
E You're not my type G
E I like it black
Am I like it white
E You're not my type G
F You think you're Zebra
C I don't like stripes
E You're not my type G
You know a leopard
Can't change his spots
Well this old beggar
looks strange not hot
You're not my type
I like to write
I don't mean left wing
I don't mean right
E You're not my type G
I just think you should choose
To get on your bike
You're not my type
I wouldn't ride you
It's not my like
So just walk in my shoes
You're not my type
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Can you disencumber your cucumber?
Or disentangle your runner beans?
Or extricate your carrots
from their unpleasant scene
Disencucumber me means
Just removing my cucumber from your vines
For I got it stuck there when I crossed some lines
Forgive me, I didn't realize I confused your bed with mine
At least we can say the grapes had a good crop
And we did enjoy the wine
I shouldn't think to tangle up
Again in your runner beans
But they do keep running on and on
If you know what I mean?
I should like to disembarrass myself
from your brussel sprouts
But they keep looking at me
And beyond that I have no doubt
I could never leave the allotment
That lies down next to thine
But I'll probably
Be put right myself
Because I seemed to have crossed the line
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Owen where you going to?
Owen, Owen where you going?
Owen, Owen where you know it's snowing too
Oh and the wind is blowing strong
Owen where you going to?
For it's here you do belong
Oh Owen where you going to?
You've been gone so long
I wish that I was knowing too
Where it is you've gone
I haven't seen you in many moons
And the blue one's coming on
I need you in my life Owen
I need you to be strong
So Owen where you going to?
Oh Owen now where you gone?
Owen where you going to
And Owen where you gone?
You had a great adventure didn't you
When you were so young
Many battles you fought in
And many women's hearts you won
Now Owen where you going to
Oh Owen where you gone?
Your body it is broken too
I can't believe it's gone
The loving and the fighting
In the corners have undone
All that mother gave you
That nature that stood strong
Oh Owen where you going to?
Owen where you gone?
Listen to the heart beat of the Sheepey call
Listen to the fast feet run along the prison wall
The padding of the white sheep
Across the green grass fall
Owen why'd you fall asleep
Before you could count 'em all?
Sometimes in my dreams of you
You return back home
But in them you're a younger man
Without a broken bone
If I could mend your broken heart
I'd fix it in a blink
Bring back the twinkle in your eye
That shone when you'd wink
But I am no magician still
I'm just a woman in a window sill
Asking Owen where you going
Owen what was your will?
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Give a man a hoe
An his weeds won't grow
Give a man the heave-ho
And either the weed is so big that
He needs help pulling it out
Or you are firing him
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
C G F
C G F
Am C G F
Oh C little prick of F love
I can feel C yer
Oh C little prick of F love
nice to meet C yer
I've Em got a Am little
prick of love And it's trying to F greet yer G
Oh Am you don't like G injections
F And you're afraid of blood
Well C this is divine G intervention C My little prick of love
It'll C only hurt a F little C And yes
it will bleed
Em But just like a Am needle F It is going to G succeed
At Am combating
G your love sickness F You know you suffer a disease
Dm You can't love C another F Without starting to seize
F
Em-F
So C let me F give you C My little injection
I'm Em just like Am a doctor F You need G examination
Am And it could add C years to your
life F Or it could set
you free
Dm My little prick C of love will F look after you, you’ll see
C
G F
C G F
Am C G F
C G F
If C I were a F snail It would be C minute
So Em just
think you're lucky AM And don't F get cute G
If Am you want
to get C ahead You know you have to F push
Dm And my little prick of C love Is like a F thorn on a sloe bush
Am Sometimes the sloe gin G comes so thick
it's a sin
Dm Sometimes the bush is F so hard to get
in
Am But with a little back and forth F A little pull and shove
G That's how you'll feel my F Little
prick of love
G
F G F
C Oh little prick of F love I can feel C yer
Oh little prick of F love Now we’re togeth G er
Am We’ve got a little prick of C love And
it's now and forev F er
Our Am little prick of G love ties us togeth F er
C G F
Am
G F
Am C G F
Am C G F
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.