Sean Clifford Poems

The Missing Scissors

THE MISSING SCISSORS
“I wonder where the scissors is”, says the missus unto Jack,
“You took it out the other day and you never brought it back”
What will I do with that man of mine he is an awful card,
everything we have inside, he takes out to the yard.
 
Now I don’t mind him using them, to refuse would be a sin,
 but when he’s finished using them, you think he’d bring them in.
The kettle or the teapot could finish up outside,
 to stop him from this habit indeed God knows I’ve tried
 
 I went to town the other day, ‘I won’t be long’ I said,
When I came back, he was outside washing down the shed.
He had a white cloth in his hand, my nerves went into flitters,
When I discovered that white cloth was my brand new knickers.
 
Now every Sunday after Mass, I constantly suggest,
to put away new shirt and tie, they are his ‘Sunday best’ &nbs

Friendship

Whilst around this room we gather,
Seated with a cheerful view,
What on earth could be more pleasing,
Than the hours I spend with you.

Chorus: Happy are, we all together, happy are we one and all,
May we lead a life of pleasure, may we rise and never fall.

Oh how lonely be our station, 
We have trials and troubles too, 
We`ll be true to one another, 
Joys were made for me and you.

Chorus: Happy are, we all together, happy are we one and all,
May we lead a life of pleasure, may we rise and never fall.

Friendship makes us all quite happy,
Friendship makes all men unite,
Twas friendship made sing this ditty,
Twas friendship brought us here tonight.

 

At the end of the day let`s kneel and say
Thank you lord for our work and play,
We`ll try to be good, for I know that I should,
That`s our prayer at the end of the day.

Chorus: Happy are, we all together, happy are we one and all,
May we lead a life of pleasure, may we rise and never fall.

 

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