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Shameless - you're opinions please on this poem by the fabulous Mike Harding (he did everything Peter Kay does now - but about 25 years earlier)

 

http://www.mikeharding.co.uk/

 

BRING ON THE ROSY-CHEEKED GIRLS

 

Bring on the rosy-cheeked girls

The smiling ones, the light-footed dancers,

Those that sing with their eyes,

Those with the warm breasts and soft hands,

Those that look deep in the eyes,

Not at the garbage of garb.

Bring on the dark, the fair, the brown as a berry,

Bring them all on with their wet laughing mouths,

The fat, the thin, the short, and the lanky,

But let them be filled of life as a pod with peas,

Let them feel as company comfortable as an old friendly jacket,

young or old,

And most of all . . . let them be merry.

 

And then take all the others,

All the tight-lipped, crab-faced, mewling, mithering,

Niggardly, sour-faced, crab-mouthed,

Cold-titted, tight-arced, moaning,

Sullen, frozen-legs-together,

Money-grubbing bitches, and

Take them and heap them together

On some blear and dreary moor

In the howling sleet

And moaning drizzle of November. . . and leave them there,

For it deserves them And they each other.

 

Then bring on the lads,

The smiling lads,

The open-handed, shoulder-to-the-wheel lads,

Lame dogs helped over stiles lads,

Take a pint, stand a corner lads,

Good laughing lads,

Lads with a quart of life in their hands

And eyes that look straight . . .

Bring on the tall, the short, the long,

The runners, the walkers,

Those that can hammer, those that can turn out a song

Bring on the fat, the thin, the bald and the hairy,

Young or old,

So long as they sup life by the gallon . . .

So long as they're merry.

 

 

Then take all the others,

The sly-eyed, twisty-mouthed grabbers and fumblers,

The shifty-faced, two-tongued, leadswinging lizards,

The snotty-nosed, mardy-arsed bullies

And false friends . . .

And stick them up to their necks

In the foulest stink-pot of an old bog

You can find . . . head down . ..

And leave them there.

 

But for God's sake not too near

That moor with all the old whores . . .

If they meet up and breed

We're all buggered.

 

Norma

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I will have a goo dread before i make comment

 

Shameless - you haven't read this poem! Mike Harding is only one of the best comedy performers from the UK in the last 30 years. If it wasn't for Mike Harding - there would be no Peter Kaye!

 

Norma

 

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mbeen honest im not into poetry it reminds me to omuch of my leaving cert when we did poem after poem

 

Forget the poetry and just go straight to the funny bits! Especially the last verse!

 

Norma

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