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Introduction
My mum
used to subscribe to a tome called 'the Competitor's Companion' which published
contest results. One which took my eye was from a Christmas Hamper company,
inviting contetants to say who they would invite for Christmas dinner, and
why.
The winner was the subject of my poem...the winning reason why was because
they "didn't have any spare chairs !"
I
had shot the president...
I
had shot the president...
A famous cop was on my tail,
I knew that if he caught me,
He'd lock me up in jail,
So I ran up twelve flights of stairs,
And found a place to hide.
I knew he couldn't follow me...
His name was Ironside.
Copyright;
Neil
O'Hara-Smith
Email:
smithfamily613@cwctv.net
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